Chapter 300 Don't Cross the Line Next Time

Emelie didn't know what William meant by that. If the property was compensation, then what was with the flowers? She looked at the card. The word "Middleton" was printed on it, but she could imagine that the man had somehow written his own name in mechanically printed words by hand. She had been his secretary in the past and had seen how he signed his own signature on various agreements countless times. His handwriting was very beautiful. It flowed like a river, yet there was strength in it. When she was still in love with him, she worshiped everything that he did. When there was nothing for her to do, she would imitate his handwriting and practice it on a piece of paper repeatedly. William Middleton… William Middleton… She would write his name in neat and very serious rows. There was a time that he saw it. He had looked at her with interest with a raised eyebrow. She was so embarrassed that she covered it with another document. She lowered her head and didn't dare meet his col