Winning Her Heart Back

Chapter 862 Sleeping with an Ex After Getting Drunk...

William was wearing a dark green pajama set.

It was a simple outfit with a button-up long-sleeved cotton top. He was lying on his side with his head propped up with one hand. The neckline of his shirt was sagging due to gravity, which revealed a glimpse of his collarbone.

And there, on his collarbone, was a very noticeable bite mark.

There was no doubt about who had bitten him. Emelie could even recall the exact position she had been in and how it felt when she had done it.

Emelie fell silent.

Her expression was hard to read. William's gaze shifted slightly, and he asked with a little uncertainty, "Did you forget what happened last night?"

"I'm not suffering from amnesia."

Emelie looked away and tried to sit up, but the moment she moved, she felt a sharp ache in her lower back and thighs.

It was worse than hiking while on her period.

She couldn't help but gasp softly.

William immediately sat up, gently supporting her back to help her sit more comfortably. He grabbed a pillow and placed it behind her. "Does that feel better?"

His voice was soft and caring.

Emelie's face reflected her discomfort. "Anyone who knows you would think you haven't been with a woman in years. Anyone who doesn't would assume you've never been with one at all." This man had acted like he'd gone completely mad.

William hadn't expected to be scolded, and he couldn't help but smile.

Still, he knew better than to say anything that might further provoke her.

While gently massaging her back, he explained in a soft, pleasant tone, "The maid took the clothes you wore here to hand wash and haven't been returned yet. I asked Ashton to send over a new set, but she hasn't arrived. There are toiletries in the bathroom. Why don't you freshen up and then come downstairs for breakfast?"

His accommodating demeanor left Emelie with no way to vent her frustration, so she simply stayed quiet. She caught a glimpse of the messy bed sheets and her eyelashes fluttered for a second.

These weren't the original sheets.

The original ones had gotten soaked the night before and couldn't be slept on. After carrying her out of the bathroom, William had temporarily placed her on the couch while he had gone to take some fresh sheets from the closet.

This pampered young heir clearly wasn't skilled in household chores, as the sheets were far from neatly arranged. Despite the replacement, the bed still looked rather disheveled.

Emelie was at a loss for words. She should have gone to bed with a gigolo instead.

William, for all his privilege, wasn't particularly good at massages either. He just followed his instincts as he rubbed her lower back. The pressure from his hands wasn't too light or too heavy, but suddenly, he pinched a ticklish spot, causing Emelie to instinctively bend forward to dodge him.

It seemed that William was lost in thought as he recalled the events from the night before. He misunderstood her reaction, and without thinking, he pulled her back into his arms. He trapped her against his body, and Emelie ended up half-lying in his embrace.

Emelie raised her head in confusion, while William lowered his in curiosity. They locked eyes, and neither of them

said a word for a long moment.

It was an indescribably awkward atmosphere.

Suddenly, a string of bizarre headlines flashed through Emelie's mind, like "Slept with my Enemy After Getting Drunk", "Slept with an Ex After Getting Drunk", "Slept with a Widower After Getting Drunk", and so on.

It was ridiculous.

Emelie was fed up with the awkwardness and gave William a fierce glare.

William raised both hands, signaling his surrender, apology, and promise not to touch her again.

But Emelie didn't miss the faint hint of amusement hidden in his eyes.

The man was clearly enjoying this. Emelie remained expressionless as she pointed to the door and told him to leave.

William obediently complied. "I'll go reheat breakfast. Come down when you're ready."

Emelie didn't respond.

William got out of bed and left the room.

She noticed that even his posture seemed more upright than usual, and he appeared unusually energetic.

Emelie cursed under her breath and then threw back the covers.

She was currently wearing one of William's robes, a black silk one. The soft material clung to her body so lightly it was barely noticeable.

She stood up, taking a moment to adjust to the soreness in her legs before walking to the bathroom.

She could tell that William had cleaned her up somewhat last night, but she still decided to shower again. The water would help clear her mind.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Sure enough, she felt much better afterward. Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped out of the bathroom and thought about searching William's wardrobe for another robe to wear.

But just as she untied her towel, the door suddenly swung open. William walked in. "You..."