Chapter 92 Provocation

Emelie was familiar with William, so she knew that his current mood was extremely poor. It had even reached the point of anger. William rarely got angry. After all, he could control almost everything, leaving little reason for him to get angry. If he didn't like something, just one command was all it took, and someone would handle it. These were among the few occasions. Emelie called out, "Mr. Middleton." William grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the messy bed. He exerted so much force that Emelie slammed into his chest without any support. He didn't use cologne, but there was a refreshing scent, like the smell of snow. It was clearly out of reach, yet the invading sensation was overpowering. As soon as it touched her, it consumed all her senses, erasing any memory of the pine scent and leaving only him. But William's strength was so great that he almost twisted her wrist bone. Emelie groaned in pain and reprimanded softly. "Mr. Middleton." William didn't loosen