Winning Her Heart Back

Uncertain Return 

At that moment, the host approached and greeted, “William!” 

William smiled, then whispered to Emelie, “Walk to your left when the dance begins. I’ll grab your hand.” 

Why did William want her to walk to the left? 

Emelie was puzzled, but a middle–aged man approached them before she could ask 

“Uncle Norman.” William nodded. 

The man, nearing 60, had a kindly demeanor. “My boy, we’re all here for some fun. Harmony breeds prosperity. But look at you scaring people 

His words sounded like a reprimand, but his tone was more teasing. It was evident he admired William as a junior. 

William was equally affectionate toward him. 

It was a sight Emelie had never witnessed him share with any elder, including Henry 

“I’m just getting rid of troublemakers for you, Uncle Norman, so they don’t tarnish your reputation,” William retorted. 

“You always have an excuse.” Norman chuckled. “But could I really blame you for being an outsider? You’re like a son to me; of course, I’d defend you!” 

“Like a son to him?” Emelie thought. 

Was he a son–in–law or an adopted son? After all these years by William’s side, how did she not know the extent of his relationship with this 

William asked, “Has Wesley returned yet?” 

Wesley? Emelie was caught off guard by the mention of this name, glancing at William involuntarily. 

William remained indifferent, engrossed in conversation with Norman, and didn’t acknowledge her gaze. 

Only now did Emelle realize this was a banquet hesred by the Graham family. 

“Wesley’s whereabouts are uncertain. Sometimes, even as his father, I’m not sure. 

“I did ask him to come back this time, but whether he actually returned or boarded the ship, I have no idea.” Norman sighed. 

“The closer he gets to his mother’s side, the more worried I become. He’s so reckless, it wouldn’t surprise me if one day I’ll hear news of his death.” 

“People have their own paths,” William remarked. 

Emele tightened her grip on her wine glass. 

name in her mind, drifting away briefly, back to a time before everything happened 

Wesley… Wesley… She repeated the na 

Back when her family wasn’t burdened with debt, she hadn’t met William on a rainy night, and these past three years hadn’t existed. 

She was just a young girl, endlessly asking Wesley why he didn’t like her. 

“Oh my!” Norman’s hand trembled inexplicably, and he spilled his drink, 

William was about to call a server for a towel when Emelie quickly handed him a tissue from her purse. “Here, let me help you wipe that.” © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I think I’m almost getting there. Sometimes, you can be walking perfectly fine and still bump into things. It’s embarrassing.” Norman joked about himself. 

With his status, who would dare say he was embarrassing? 

Emelie spoke softly, “People make mistakes. It’s normal, and there is nothing to worry about.” 

William glanced at her. 

“Oh, thank you.” Norman looked at Emelle, then smiled at William. “Thaven’t asked you yet. Is there anyone here catching your eye?” 

William shrugged. “No, none of them are as special as the one by my side.” 

“Hahaha! I’ve noticed quite a few eyeing your plus one. If you don’t want to let her go, you might have to soon!” Norman chuckled. 

“That’s just how it goes. If you’re going to play, you have to be able to handle it,” William replied with a smile 

Emelle was speechless. 

Norman excused himself to wash his hands, ending the conversation. 

Dibetan Return 

After he left, Emelie asked, “What do you mean by “let her ga‘?” 

William’s tone tumed cold, “You seem quite concerned about Mr. Noman. It is because you know he’s Wesley’s father?”