Chapter 481 Brush On The Cheek


    Bryn folded his arms together and ced them on the table, his expression serious. “It’s best if the ledger is handed over by Mrs. Hoven herself, and it must be proven that Ms. Hoven over came across it”


    Wim narrowed his eyes. Could he mean that


    <b>“</b>Though Ms. Hoven had never seen the <b>lodger</b>, <b>she </b><b>must’ve </b>already known that Xander is her biological father, which makes her <b>a </b><b>threat</b>. Unless she remains <b>unshaken </b>by Mander’s affairs and continues to stay as your wife. Then there’s a mutual benefit,” Bryan added.


    William leaned back in his chair. He realized Bryan was giving <b>him </b>advice for him to safeguard Emelie


    First, he had to shift the responsibility for the ledger to Greta.


    Second, he had to make sure Emelie would never leave his side.


    Witam said calmly. “I heard you met Patricia before the New Year during your business trip to Eprand. Is that why you’re helping Emelle? Or is it because of Samuel? Perhaps it’s because she used to work for you? Or is it because Patricia is my cousin?”


    Bryan only offered to help because <b>he </b><b>cared</b>


    He avoided the questions and added, “Well, I’ve heard that Beathan and your friend, Elias, are fighting over a woman That might exin Beathan’s threats of violence. You should keep in eye on him, Mr. Middleton.”


    With that being said, Bryan signed off the call


    William’s faceted somber as he habitually fiddled with his wedding ring.


    Outside, dark clouds rolled in, and thunder rumbled Lighting pierced through the gray clouds <b>and </b>rain started pouring,


    Suddenly<b>, </b><b>a </b>lock sounded at the door.


    “Come in,” Willium said.


    Ashton pushed open a door and reported in a low voice, “Mr.Middleton, Mr. Gleamfield was here earlier. Since you were in a meeting, he went to the conference room to wait. Shall I bring him over?<b>”</b>


    William remained silent.


    He then got up from his seat and walked out of his office to get some air


    Meanwhile<b>, </b>Jayden was stacking a house of cards on the conference table<i>.</i>


    Just then, William entered. A gust of wind followed him, and the entire simicture copsed instantly.


    “<b>First</b>, that <b>man </b>built towers. Then he invited guests. And finally, he watched it alle crashing down,” jayden muttered, shaking his head as he bent down to gather the cardsContent ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    William loosened his rie, his expression was distant.


    “Are you here to y cards? William asked, carrying cold edge.


    Jayden chuckled. *1 just got bored. Remember how Xander built his empire, hosted grand parties, and in the end, it all bell apart?


    Jayden’s demeanor grew serious as he stacked the cards with his slender lingers


    “During <b>the </b>New Year, I took Yelenato the North Pole. The river was covered in a thickyer of ice, looking perfectly sate. <b>We </b>even went ice sailing,


    “Until one day, we <b>saw </b>a pr bear break through the ice with a single swipe, and water started shooting right up<b>. </b>We realized that beneath <b>the </b><b>cales </b>surface, there’s always: something churning underneath,” <b>jayden </b><b>said </b>as he looked at Wim deeply


    Jayden continued, “Will, the four families and Xander‘ situation has been Eke that frezen river. But with Ronan’s suicide and Ms. Hoven leaving, the surface now cracked. Ther has to be an end to this. Who will you protect? And have you figured out howi


    Time seemed to pass more quickly on the sex than onnd.


    The Moonlight Voyage sailed on without pausing, and the waves rolled continanusly. Soon, another day passed, giving way to night.


    Emele sat by <b>the </b>window in her cabin, lost in thought as she listened to the sound of the weers. Only when Wesley draped a coat over her shoulders did she realize he was there.


    Wesley reached out to shut the window


    “It’s cold at night. Keep it <b>closed</b>,” he said in a low valen.


    Enelle pressed her lips together.


    “Where are we going?” she asked.


    Wesley noticed the red veins in her eyes. “We’re making <b>a </b><b>detour </b>to Lonia<b>. </b>You didn’t <b>sleep </b>wellst night, did you? <b>You </b>should get some <b>rest </b>tonight.”


    Emelie was absorbed in her own thoughts. “Why are we going to Lionia? And how <b>do </b>you know I didn’t skep wellst night?”


    Wesley didn’t bother to answer her questions, sensing herck of real interest. Instead, he picked her up and carried her in his arms,


    “I’ve set up some essential oils to help sleep” he said.


    Emelie was bundled in her thick coat. However, Wesley was <b>lean</b><b>, </b>and his tall frame <b>made </b>Emelie seem small and almost weightless as he carried her


    He lowered his head and nced at Emelle, then bent down and put her on the bed.


    <b>The </b>familiar scent of the essentiel at her bedside coght Emelie’s attention. As she led the aroma, a retion struck her.


    Emel’s heart skipped <b>a </b>bear at the sadden thought, and she scrambled out othed.


    Wesley hadn’t stood up yet when Emelle emerged from her bed. Her head bumped into him, and her lips briefly brushed against his cheek.