Winning Her Heart Back

Take Her Place

The driver was right. William’s car came to a stop right in front of the hotel.

Eastbay was near the city center, so William had no reason to go there instead of heading home. There was only one plausible explanation– his secretary had taken advantage of the situation and decided for: them to come to this hotel.

Emelie paid the taxi driver before leaving the car. She spotted William’s secretary supporting him as they made their way into the hotel.

Emelie wasn’t sure if the secretary was taking advantage of the situation to climb further up the ranks or for some other purpose, so she followed along.

Emelie pretended to be a hotel guest and trailed William and his secretary to their room.

William was completely inebriated by now. He stumbled constantly and had to rely on the secretary for support.

William was six feet tall, so it was very difficult for his secretary to help him walk. The secretary barely shut the room door, only able to manage a slight p

Emelie quickly used her foot to stop the door from shutting entirely. The secretary had failed to notice. that. Emelie then silently crept into the room.

The secretary laid William down on the bed and said sweetly, “You’re so heavy, Mr. Middleton. arly

couldn’t breathe!”

William rested his arm over his eyes, finding the light too bright. He said nothing, though, from the looks of how tight his jaw was, he was feeling significant discomfort.

The secretary then asked, “Are you feeling unwell? Is your suit too tight? I’ll take it off for you.”

Yet it was her own clothes the secretary took off first. She removed her coat before unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her black brassière. She then undid W

Emelie spoke up. “If your intention is to sleep with him tonight and turn around tomorrow to say that he

forced you

and that he should compensate you–all I can say is that this is a very stupid idea.”

The secretary jolted in fright and turned around. “You…”

“I can promise you, you’ll lose way more than what you get if you try and scheme against someone like William Middleton. If you don’t believe me, go ah

The secretary was shocked. “W–Who are you?”

“Emelie Hoven.”

Though the secretary did not recognize Emelie, she’d still heard her name before. “Y–You’re the head

secretary.”

Emelie replied calmly, “I’d advise you to leave right now. William does not tolerate hindrances.”

MIMHE.

The secretary had been feeling guilty for doing this since the start, so now that she was found out, the Immediately got her coat and left the room. The door soon closed.

Emelie turned to William, who was lying motionlessly on the bed. She then called his housekeeper, wanting the latter to come and watch after William ins he choked on his vomit in the middle of the night alone.

Emelie went to switch the bedside lamp on while waiting for the call to connect.

William grabbed her wrist the moment she reached out, shocking her.

He then pulled her right into bed.

Emelie’s vision swam. Before she knew it, she was lying flat on the bed already.

Her eyes widened.

William, who was just dead drunk moments ago, was now clasping her jaw. He rasped, “Since you know me so well, Ms. Hoven, I’m sure you can guess

“You’re drunk, Mr. Middleton,” Emelie said calmly.

William replied, “Don’t you think I’d know better than anyone else if I was drunk?”

“So you aren’t?” Emelie immediately understood what was going on. “You let your secretary try and sleep with you?”

She found him pathetic.

“Apologies for interrupting your fun then, Mr. Middleton,” Emelie responded. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Apologies indeed. Now that you’v