Chapter 162 Powerless

The sound of a sharp slap echoed through the dimly lit room, piercing the silence. At 28 years old, William likely hadn't been slapped since Emelie last hit him a few months back when he called her a tool. But this time, it seemed Emelie's slap was a lot harder. Emelie was sprawled on the couch. Her chest was heaving with anger while their eyes met in the dimly lit room. The blackout curtains obscured all light, leaving William's expression concealed from Emelie's view even though they were mere inches apart. William's breathing was calm, but there was a cold determination in each exhale. Engaged in a showdown that seemed destined to drag on forever, they were like two animals trapped in a cage, neither willing to back down. Suddenly, a mechanical beep echoed from the doorway as someone swiped a keycard to enter the room. Emelie wasted no time in shoving William aside. She hastily sat up and fixed her clothes, all the while wondering who could be entering. She was supposed to