Chapter 787 Odd
Marcel was driving at the front and sensibly raised the divider between the front and back seats. Still, the barrier didn’t completely block out the voices from the back, and he could still hear the argument between the two.
Wesley’s voice was colder than usual. ‘What makes you think I’d do something so brutal?”
Emelie was skeptical. “So you’re saying you weren’t behind the explosion?”
“It wasn’t me. I only fanned the flames to make the Swanson Corporation’s situation worse. But the explosion wasn’t my doing,” Wesley replied.
Emelie clearly didn’t believe him. ‘When I asked you on the day it happened whether or not it was you, you didn’t deny it.”
“I answered you, Eme. I mean, you used to trust me without a question. But now it seems like you’re not as angry with William anymore. Or maybe you’re not angry at all. It’s like you’ve stopped believing in me,” Wesley said calmly, though there was a sharp and aggressive undertone.
He continued, “Eme, why do you always forgive William so easily? Have you forgotten that he’s your enemy? That your foster mother died because of him? The arrow he shot at you? And that he made you depressed when you first came to Mercianna? You even cut off your fingers-“
“I haven’t forgotten!” Emelie sharply cut him off.
Marcel furrowed his brows. Though he kept his eyes on the road, he was concerned for the two in the back. He instinctively slowed the car down despite the smooth traffic.
In his memory, Wesley and Emelie had never fought before.
Wesley had always felt indebted to Emelie, so he would always accommodate and indulge her. Meanwhile, Emelie was always protective of him, concerned about his health.
It was the first time that things were different.
Emelie sighed and spoke through gritted teeth. “I haven’t stopped hating him. I’ve been following my plan without deviation.’
Wesley asked, ‘Is that so?”
“Yes. I haven’t stopped believing in you either. You say that you didn’t do it, so I’ll take your word for it. Is that good enough?” she said.
The car fell silent again.
A while later, Wesley spoke again. “It’s already March, and the wedding preparations are far from done. Looks like the team isn’t putting in enough effort. Eme, why don’t you take over? You can handle it the way you want.”
Emelie found it absurd. “You want me to drop everything and go back to Marseille to prepare for the wedding?
“The Swanson family is barely holding on. Beathan and William are the rest we have to deal with. I can handle them. We’re in this together. Your enemies are mine too. Just head over there to take care of the preparations tomorrow,” Wesley said.
Emelie was in disbelief. ‘Wesley! Did you even ask me if I agreed to this? Do you need me to handle the wedding, or you just can’t stand me meeting William? Is that why you’re trying to send me away?”
“Think what you want,’ Wesley said.
Emeilie was furious. “How could..”
Marcel sensed the tension rising and was about to intervene to ease the situation.
However, at that moment, Emelie’s phone rang. It was Samuel calling.
Emelie took a deep breath to calm herself and answered the call. ‘Mr. Swanson.”
Samuel asked, “Emelie, are you back in Coastalburg?”
“Yeah. I just landed,” she replied.
“Can we meet right now?’ Samuel asked.
Emelie glanced out the window. “Sure.”
Emelie ended the call and ignored Wesley.
She tapped on the partition, and Marcel lowered it.
Emelie said, ‘Pull over up ahead. I’m meeting Mr. Swanson.”
Marcel hesitated and glanced at Wesley.
“Where are you guys meeting? I can take you there,” Wesley added
Emelie had had enough. “I’m meeting Mr. Swanson, not William. You don’t need to keep tabs on me.”
“Why would you think I’m spying? Eme, you’ve really misunderstood me, Wesley said with a tinge of anger. Emelie shut her eyes, feeling exhausted from talking to him. “We’re meeting at Eden’s Bistro.”
Then, Marcel followed the GPS and drove to the coffee shop.
When they arrived there, Emelie immediately got out of the car.
Wesley looked over and their eyes met briefly, a silent exchange passing between them. Emelie closed the car door and walked toward the coffee shop without looking back.
Marcel started the car and drove for a distance.
“Mr. Graham, why are you suddenly so upset about ma’am spending time with William? You never seemed to mind before,” he couldn’t help but ask.
“Who knows what they’ve done that night they were drugged? She’s my fiancée. Should I just overlook this? If she had any sense of shame, she wouldn’t get so close to him,” Wesley replied coldly.
Marcel was at a loss for words. While there was some truth to Wesley’s frustration, it wasn’t like him to speak this way. Marcel thought it felt off.
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