NovelAppChapter 371 Not a Best The tea provided at the Velvet Comedy Club was bad Grey tea. Its taste was both bitter and astringent as it went down Emelie's throat. She pursed her lips," "Aren't you used to callingLiar?" William asked quietly. He noticed Emelie's hand trembling slightly as she held the cup. It caused a few drops of tea to spill onto the table, leaving a meandering stain.
He had indeed heard the nicknshe had called him last night Willian continued to gaze at her "you never used to callthat. When did this start? Emelie wiped away the tea with acloth, but the watermarka temained on the table.
william kept watching her. His best friends usually called him "will". It was the first the had heard someone call him "Liar".
"Did this start recently?" He thought maybe her actitude had softened toward him during their ttogether, prompting her to use this niciovame. But that wasn't the case.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had held onto this nicknin her heart for a long time.
After falling for him, she pondered how to address him. "Mr. Middleton" felt too unfamiliar, “William" too stiff, and "will" not special enough.
She decided to use "Liam has reclsince no one else had used it before.
Back then, she was all about him. She would write his non paper and search for love poems related to him. "Liam suited perfectly She just hadn't said it out loud yet. That morning, while he was adjusting his tie, becasually said, "You're my secretary. CallMr. Middleton from now on." Of all the names he could have chosen, he picked the most unfamiliar one Emelie telt her hidden hopes and joys, those girlish fantasies, suddenly seem absurd.
She lowered her gaze obediently. "yes, Mr. Middleton." The repeated calls of "Mr. Middleton" sometimes gave her the illusion they were just a normal superior- subordinate relationship. It made her a little sad. Later that night, she lay in bed alone and scrolled through their chat history stubbornly. Amidst piles of work-related exchanges, she found a few more personal conversations as evidence that they were more than what appeared on the surface.
In a moment of impulse, she changed his Whatusemto “Liam“, as it this would bring them closer again.
At work the next day, William messaged her on Whatasking for client data. Seeing his usernpop up made her heart skip a beat She quickly changed it back to Mr. Middleton". She dared not to overstep She had built a dream for herself, but she shattered it herself, Now, William sald, "You should callLiam from now on." He wanted her to keep "dreaming", but she was less willing now she skipped the topic and said, "Mr. Middleton, the Earl Grey tea has gone cold." William's gaze was deep and unblinking. His gaze fixed on her like a bottomless pool. No one could avoid Mr. Middleton's question. "Why not callLiam?" Emelie nibbled on a flower-shaped pastry. She remarked, "It's not too sweet, quite tasty. Did they make these themselves?" "Was it you who coated this nicknforlong ago?" William Inquired calmly.
Emelie blinked but remained silent.
william knew he had guessed correctly. It was indeed a nshe created before, making it difficult for her to say it now, He lifted his teacup, his tone subdued. "Are you tellingover and over again that I've missed the tyou liked the most?" She no longer felt the saffection for him, or perhaps, she no longer idealized him with such fervor.
It truly gave him a sense that even if they did those intimate things again, it wouldn't be the same.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTimes had changed, and she was no longer willing to give him what he wanted The weather forecast predicted a drop in temperature over New Year's Day, she hadn't paid much attention to it until now as she felt the air's chilling bite. Emelie watched the stage, at the elaborate and exaggerated performance. The lyrics amused the audience to laughter laughed along. She seemed oblivious to William's emotions.
Only now did William understand the melancholy and her gaze when she looked at him t that might. He took a sip of tea, his voice hoarse. "The Earl Grey tea's gone cold"
After listening to several performances, they returned to the hotel late at night. Emelije stepped into the elevator and pressed the E button for the 12th floor. Williams glanced at her. He understood her thoughts and continued to watch her.
Emelle remained composed
William didn't object but didn't press the button for his floor either. Emelie watched the numbers ascending and couldn't help asiding, "Mr. Middleton, why didn't you press the button? Should I help you?" responded calmly, "Are you staying on the ath floor tonight? I'll join you." Earlie promptly declined, "You have your room." Gupter 2:01a Beast: Are you afraid of what I might do tonight?" William asked lightly. "I'm not a beast." Emelie pondered that it might not be so certain. He had been like this in the past few days, almost as he was when they first got together.
William lowered his head. "I want to be with you. Is that possible?"
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