Winning Her Heart Back

 Meeting His Eyes

Jodie quietly approached Emelie's bed, holding the medication that had been prepared. They were in her bedroom on the second floor of the Denning Residence.

She gently woke Emelie from her deep sleep. 'It's time to take your medicine. The doctor said that you need to take this every four hours. Please get up and take it, or else you won't get better."

Emelie's face was pale, and her voice was weak and frail. "Has Wesley come back?"

"Mr. Graham... is on his way back to Mercianna, Jodie replied, not very good at lying. She couldn't even meet Emelie's eyes when she said it.

"If he wanted to come back, he would have been here by now. He's not planning to return, so why bother lying to me?' Emelie forced a bitter smile.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"How did things end up like this between you and Mr. Graham?" Jodie asked, still struggling to believe it. "There's nothing surprising about it. Many couples and lovers go from being in love to hating each other. We just got there a bit sooner." Emelie propped herself up on the bed.

Jodie looked uncertain. "That's impossible. Anyone else might grow to despise each other, but Mr. Graham would never.'

Emelie, barely able to speak, asked, 'Do you remember when we held the charity horse race in Coastalburg? You suddenly suggested that I consider Lyle?"

"Yes, I remember," Jodie replied.

"At the time, it felt like you were saying it didn't matter if I chose Lyle or Mr. Swanson, as long as I didn't choose Wesley. I thought you didn't want us to be together. So why do you seem to regret it now that we've actually split?' Emelie asked.

Jodie did feel that they shouldn't be together. She had hoped that they wouldn't get married and wished for them to break up. However, she couldn't put it into words.

She kneeled by Emelie's bed and said, "If you and Mr. Graham had parted peacefully, that would have been fine, but it makes me sad that you're separating like this."

Emelie had been curious about this for a while. "You don't have feelings for Wesley, so why didn't you want us to be together?"

"I can't tell you," Jodie said.

She passed the water and pills into Emelie's hands. "Please take your medicine. If you don't, your body won't be able to take it."

Emelie took the pills with a faint smile. "If I make it through this, will you tell me why?"

Jodie looked at her pale lips, her heart aching. "Alright."

After she took the medicine, Emelie laid down and fell asleep again.

Lately, she had been sleeping more than 18 hours a day. It wasn't so much sleep as it was unconsciousness.

Her condition seemed truly severe, yet Wesley had issued a strict order-Emelie was not to leave the Denning Residence

With no way to send her to the hospital for a more thorough treatment, the household doctor could only draw her blood and send it to the hospital for testing.

However, the blood tests couldn't reveal everything. The medicine that she was taking had little effect. Even after a week, there was no sign of improvement.

Jodie had been keeping watch outside her door all this time. Due to her training, she needed less sleep than most people, but even she was growing weary after so many days.

She saw that Emelie had fallen into a deep sleep and was likely to be fine, so she decided to take a short rest.

However, shortly after Jodie left, Emelie opened her eyes and slowly pushed herself up from the bed. The medicine had given her a bit of strength.

She quietly opened the door and peeked outside.

The Denning Residence had many maids. However, since it was the afternoon, most of them were resting. She turned back, opened her wardrobe, and took out a maid's uniform. She changed into it and then, with her head lowered, she quietly slipped out of the room. She walked down the stairs, and headed toward the exit. Just as Beathan had predicted, Emelie was determined to leave the Denning Residence.

As she walked, she spotted Arthur and quickly turned around.

However, he still noticed her. 'You there! What's your name? Are you new?"

Emelie couldn't form a response.

Just as Arthur was about to approach her to verify her identity, another maid appeared. 'Mr. Monroe, could you take a look at this?"

When Arthur was called away, Emelie let out a sigh of relief and turned to head in the opposite direction, not expecting to almost bump into two maids coming her way.

Just as she was about to be discovered, a hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, covering her mouth and pulling her under the staircase.

Emelie looked up in shock.

In that foreign land, in the midst of her illness and at the brink of life and death, she found herself staring into William's eyes, they were deep and vast as the ocean.