Winning Her Heart Back

Chapter 887 The End of Their Road 3Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

William remained kneeling at Emelie's feet, his tall frame allowing him to rise just enough to embrace her.

He gently ran his hand down her back to soothe her trembling. He knew how much she was hurting.

Her pain was layered from carrying the weight of her family's vengeance all those years. It was also the toll of their never-ending battles, and the looming reality of his short time left.

William swallowed hard, trying to speak in a lighter tone. "Remember our wedding? We were halfway through it. How about we finish the other half now? If the groom could go from Wesley to Samuel, why can't it change from Samuel to me?"

Emelie's fists hit William's back, but he remained stubborn.

"Marry me. Please, marry me... I brought the ring. It's the same one-Eros. It's always been yours. Put it back on, will you?" he insisted.

William pulled out Eros from his pocket as he spoke. The diamond was still pristine, no matter how much time had passed.

"And what? So I can cut my finger again?" Emelie questioned him.

She wasn't ready to give in. "I've got two scars, both because of you. Do you know how long they'll last? Sure, they'll fade. Maybe in ten, or 20 years, you'll barely see them. My skin will regenerate and heal.

"But after I die, even when my body's nothing but bones, a forensic examiner will still be able to tell the scars. They'll know I had a puncture wound in my chest and that my finger was severed."

William said, "Then let's skip the burial. We'll get cremated and mix our ashes. We'll blend so completely that my ashes can fill the gaps in your bones. How about that?"

Emelie bit down on William's shoulder, frustrated at his absurd words.

Why would he say something like that? It had to be something that he picked up from Elias. When all else failed, Elias would resort to nonsense.

William embraced her tightly.

After a moment, he said, "You know I'm a good shot. Whether it's with a bow or a gun, my aim's always true. That arrow, all those years ago... I calculated its path and knew exactly where to shoot, so you'd survive."

William finally confessed something he had kept from Emelie. For once, Emelie didn't have to hear it from someone else. She didn't have to wait for others to tell her.

He continued, "I also knew that Wesley would be at the docks. I threw you into the sea because I knew that he'd pull you out."

Emelie tightened her grip on his shirt.

"I believe that your aim was good, that you calculated the shot well enough to spare my life. But what made you so sure Wesley would be there in time to save me?" she asked in a low voice.

He could trust his own skills, but what about others? How could he be certain? If Wesley had been even a minute late, Emelie would have drowned. Where did William's confidence come from?

William said, "Wasn't he waiting for you on a yacht at the dock? Beathan had set it on fire, but until Wesley made sure you were safe, there's no way he would've left. Not a chance.

"Since he was still there, it's impossible that he didn't see me throw you into the water. There's no way he wouldn't have gone after you."

Though it seemed like a risk, it wasn't. Wesley would never abandon Emelie. He would have done anything to save her.

They were both there for Emelie. Even though William and Wesley were enemies, William trusted Wesley. He knew

that Wesley would do everything in his power to save Emelie, to bring her back to life.

Emelie shut her eyes.

William gently stroked her back. "Back then, all three families were watching us like hawks. With you not trusting me, there was no way I could take you with me. I had no choice but to send you away.

"But if I had brought your body back, I can't have doctors undergo surgery to save you. The families were constantly watching my every move. Giving you to Wesley was the only way."