Chapter 370 He Comes Her


    Emelle got out of bed in the afternoon. After William’s relentless behavior, it was dark again.


    The suite was actually quite nice, with no taller buildings in front of it. From therge window, one could see the moon quietly rising into the sky.


    Emelie was wrapped in a nket. She was half asleep.


    William was now dressed. He knelt on one knee by the bed, trying to pull her up. Emelie thought he wanted to have sex again. She whimpered and burrowed under the nket, regretting their earlier discussion about their rtionship status.


    He was persistent. He forced her to promise never to use him of having other women again or talk about breaking up.


    When she begged him to <b>stop</b>, he continued. He reminded her, “Didn’t <b>you </b>doubt that I hadn’t had sex <b>for </b><b>a </b>long time?”


    It wasn’t that she doubted him. She just didn’t understand his rtionship with Daphne. But if she asked, he would bring up their status again, questioning if she wanted to <b>be </b>his girlfriend.


    When she remained <b>silent</b><b>, </b>he continued, <b>creating </b><b>a </b>vicious cycle.


    Seeing her shrink under the nket, William smirked and pulled it down a bit. She would then shrink further down. He pulled it down again, and she moved <b>again</b>.


    William leaned in. “Sweetie, the New <b>Year’s </b>festival is lively. Let’s go see it.”


    Emelie was sore and exhausted. She just wanted to sleep. “<b>No</b><b>, </b><b>I </b>don’t want to go.”


    “Do you n to spend New Year in bed?”


    Emelie realized that his statement implied if she didn’t get up, they would end up spending the entire New Year’s Day in bed


    She immediately emerged from the nket. “No, no,


    no, let’s go out. Now!”


    William feigned concem. “Don’t force yourself. I’m not stopping you from sleeping.”


    Emelie was genuinely afraid of him now. She hastily grabbed her bathrobe and put it on.


    As she got out of bed, her legs wobbled. “It’s fine. I want to go out.”


    After that, she rushed into the bathroom. Watching <b>her </b><b>hurried </b>retreat, William couldn’t help butugh.


    While Emelie <b>was </b>still drowsy, William had clothes delivered for her.


    Emelle pulled out the clothes and put them on. In the bag, there was also a scarf. William took and wrapped around her.


    Standing face to face, Emelie could only reach William’s chin and had to tilt her head slightly to see his eyes. His eyes usually distant and unreadable, <b>softened </b>a bit as he looked down at her.


    After fixing her hair, he took her hand, and they headed out together.


    On New Year’s Day, the streets were brightly decorated and exceptionally lively. They decided not to drive, and William led her along the bustling sidewalks.


    Soon enough, they got lost, William <b>had </b><b>a </b>terrible sense of direction. Emelie remembered thest time he took her to <b>a </b><b>private </b>dining restaurant and they ended up on a muddy path in the rain, getting their shoes and pants dirty. She had to use the GPS to find the ce.


    They eventually found their destination. It was Lincoln Comedy Club. It was a ssic <b>setup </b><b>with </b>a pot of Earl Grey tea<b>, </b>a te of <b>pistachio</b>, and some pastries. Since they <b>hadn’t </b>had dinner, they also ordered <b>a </b>few dishes.


    The performance at Beauville featured <b>a </b><b>guitar </b>and <b>a </b>violin, with two performers working seamlessly together. They delivered their lines in Nukn which had many simrities to the local Caprebatt City ent. It made it easily understandable.


    The performance on stage was a lightedy, and Emelie found herselfughing multiple timesContent provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    William looked <b>at </b>her. Then, he gestured for a steward toe over. “Sir, how can I help you?”


    William <b>asked</b>, “Are you more about serving drinks or sending flower bouquets?”


    The steward quickly responded, “Sir, if you’d like to tip the performers, we offer flower bouquets. The minimum is 88 dors, and the maximum is 1888 dors.”


    William didn’t even lookup. “Give them ten of the highest.”


    The steward was stunned <b>for </b><b>a </b>moment, <b>as </b><b>was </b>Emelie. The steward quickly nodded and brought over <b>a </b>slip for him to sign, and william paid with his card on the spot.


    Emelle couldn’t help but ask, <b>“</b><b>Why </b>so many?”


    <b>The </b>tickets only cost a few dors. Typically, tipping with one or two flower bouquets was considered generous. Tenrge flower <b>bouquets </b>at once were probably the biggest tip in theedy club’s history.”


    Indeed, it was. The club owner personally brought them a fruit tter. After the performance, the twoedians on stage bowed deeply in their direction and thanked thein


    William’s only response was a nonchnt, “If they can make youugh, it’s worth it.”