Chapter 870 Passive

Emelie didn't flinch. "If you're serious, then let's go through with it." The silence on Wesley's end was heavy, but Emelie could hear the shift in his breathing as it grew more uneven. She stood up and walked to the coffee machine, switching the call to speaker mode while making herself an espresso. Coffee had always been her thing. She was better at it than most baristas. Back in her days as a secretary, making coffee for bosses and clients was second nature. And, being who she was, she made sure to do everything with precision and perfection. She measured the coffee grounds, carefully tamping them down into the portafilter, her movements slow and deliberate. Her voice was just as steady as her hands. "You know, when I look back, I've spent my whole life being passive. "My mom left with my brother, leaving me behind at the Pierce Residence. I didn't choose the Hovens; they adopted me by chance. You left me when we were in love. My adoptive parents used me to pay off their deb