Chapter 368 Undecided


    Entelle was taken aback. Her scattered thoughts instantly coalesced. Sitting up straight at the dining table, she looked at William opposite <b>her</b>.


    “Mr. Middleton, are you mistaken? i didn’t agree to anythingst night.”


    William’s sharp gaze tumed toward her, his presencemanding as ever. “<b>Didn’t </b>agree? Then, what about the items <b>in </b>the bedroom trash can?”


    Those few items that they had usedst night..


    He was reminding her of what had transpired. Given all that had happened, how could she im that there was no agreement?N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Emelie’s expression faltered. She picked up a small piece of cake, <b>nibbling </b><b>to </b>settle her stomach.


    Then, she spoke softly, “Mr. Middleton, <b>hasn’t </b>it <b>always </b>been this way with us? Things happen, but roles remain distinct. It’smon.”


    <b>In </b>her three years with him, she had never had a s


    <b>status</b>.


    Emelie lifted her head, meeting his cold gaze. “<b>I </b>haven’t heard of Mr. Middleton granting Daphne any status either. Haven’t between you two?“!


    The microwave beeped as it <b>finished </b>heating<b>. </b>Willliam ignored it


    these been numerous asions


    Instead, he approached the table<b>, </b>towering over her with a displeased tone. “Who else have been with? Give me a list. And who told <b>you </b>about Daphne and me having many instances?”


    Emelie couldn’t confirm the first part. <b>As </b>for thetter….


    Emelie pursed her lips. “No one said it, but you two couldn’t have not done it, right? weren’t <b>you </b>even discussing mage?”


    <b>William </b>turned <b>his </b><b>sharp </b>gaze <b>toward </b>her<b>, </b><b>and </b>his eyes <b>darkened</b><b>. </b>Emelie lowered her head. She stabbed a strawberry on her cake with her fork


    <b>Suddenly</b>, William spoke, “Never”


    The strawberry rolled off the te untouched.


    His expression remained <b>impassive</b><b>. </b>“Never, we’re not even in a rtionship?


    Emelle <b>looked </b>up abruptly. She didn’t believe what he said.


    After all this time, they hadn’t even had feelings for each other for nearly <b>half </b>a year? How could that be true?


    If he imed they hadn’t done anything because William respected Daphne’s <b>“</b>good upbringing” and “avoided premarital rtions“, Emelie reluctantly believed him to some extent.


    But to suggest they never even had a rtionship? How could that be possible?


    With all his precious protectiveness <b>and </b>derations of marriage <b>and </b>children with Daphne, Emelie couldn’t believe they hadn’t shared any emotional connection.


    She couldn’t believe it. She truly couldn’t<b>.</b>


    She thought wilm was just being <b>evasive</b>. Though she couldn’t figure out why he would be about this, she simply didn’t believe it. If they <b>had </b>no rtionship at <b>all</b>, what <b>did </b>all the pain be caused her for Daphne amount to?


    Emelie felt a pang in her chest. She realized that she had never really let go of that <b>pain</b>, nor forgotten it just brief recollection brought back the ache she felt at the time when she thought about his favoritism toward Daphne, his neglect of her, and the injustice she <b>had </b>suffered


    Emelie extuled heavily<b>. </b>She ate halt the cake<b>, </b>and her hunger diminished. She stood up from the table,tent on finding her phone


    She dressed inappropriately for going out, so lumelie <b>had </b>to call the hotel’s room service to fetch her clothes tor changing. She was ready <b>to </b>leave.


    past as she spotted her purse on the coffee table and moved to <b>grab </b>it, William hurriedly closed the gap in three quick steps. He wrapped his arms around her waist from <b>behind</b>.


    <b>you </b>treat


    Herback pressed <b>against </b>his chest before she could tum around<b>, </b>William’s voice was tinged with restrained anger<b>, </b>“Leaving? If you are leaving now, will you me like a stranger again the next time we meet?


    Emelle didn’t respond to his question. He was correct.


    Emelie hadn’t quite figured out how the wanted to proceed with him next, what role she would y.


    Since they couldn’t agree now, it seemed they would revert to <b>being </b>“past friends“. Willian tightened his grip, his hold almost merging them.


    William tightened his arms around her, his grip strong as if trying to mrld her into his body.


    His expression reflected in the <b>ss </b>cab across from her. Emelle saw his dark eyes, deep as unfading link. It seemed like holding onto something unresolved.


    She did not attempt to struggle. She knew resistance was futile.


    After <b>a </b>few minutes, he finally spoke during which the microwave beeped repeatedly, “used to me myself for not giving you a status before Now I have, and you refuse it. You don’t want to reconcile with me. So, what did you consider mest night?”


    Emelie remained silent. With his demanding demeanor and insistence on <b>status</b><b>, </b>anyone unaware might think Emelie was the fickle, heartless one in their rtionship.


    Since he put it that way, Emelle decided to respond bluntly, “Last <b>night</b>, 1 treated you as someone who helped me vent my emotions. You can just treat me as payment for that fireworks disy.”


    “Fine.” While William verbally agreed, his expression remained chillingly cold “Let’ural. Afterward, I expect to continue my “payment.” Be prepared.”


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