Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 913 Jealousy Among The Trio

"There's nothing I can do," Wesley said.

He knew better than to argue with her. There was no winning against her. It was because every time she got upset, he would always give in.

He unscrewed the lid of a thermos and handed it to her. "Drink this. I made it for you. Finish it."

Emelie had her quirks, one of which was her reluctance to drink water. Because f this, Wesley had taken it upon himself to bring her a beverage daily, like one of those boys who would bring breakfast for their girlfriend.

Emelie reluctantly took the thermos. "What is it?"

"Lemon and passion fruit tea. Sweet and tangy, just the way you like it," he said.

She took a sip. "Why is it warm?"

Wesley, ever serious, replied, "Cold drinks aren't good for your health."

Emelie mumbled, "You're worse than my dad."

He was telling her when to sleep, when to drink water, and whether she could eat cold or hot food.

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Yesterday, I asked you to call me brother, but you refused. But now, you want to call me daddy?"

Emelie froze for a moment. She knew that in another context, "father" and "daddy" didn't mean the same thing." Father" was strictly paternal, while *daddy* had a more playful, intimate connotation. It was even sometimes used between couples.

But little Eme wasn't that bold. She was embarrassed and annoyed at being teased like that, so she chased after Wesley, trying to hit him.

He laughed and grabbed her hands, pulling her onto his lap. At that moment, they were the only two in the classroom.

Just as they were fooling around, the door suddenly swung open with a loud crash.

Emelie was startled and turned her head to look. A reddish-brown basketball rolled across the floor, stopping only when it bumped against a desk.

"What was that?" she asked.

Wesley squinted slightly, his expression unreadable. "Someone's playing basketball."

"In the hallway?" Emelie was confused.

Wesley didn't explain further. "It's getting late. I'll take you home."

It was only then that Emelie remembered she had something important to do. "But first, help me with this problem."

the black pen she handed him, feeling slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really wonder if you're just using me as your

"Yes, yes,

was completely dark outside.

walk from the school. Business was good, and

the Graham family, this level of comfort was

door.

"I could

night, my mom asked if I knew you. She thought you lived nearby because you come in

yes, that I live

"I'm

the door but didn't go inside to

and waited until he heard Greta call her to wash up for dinner

his driver to come pick him

Wesley instructed, "Mr. Caine, after dropping me off at home, check

Mr. Wesley?" the butler,

"No. Just check and see who was playing basketball in the hallway at

"Understood," Alfred replied.

next day, during the

top-tier facilities, and students often spent their breaks engaging in a variety of activities.

Wesley and his group of classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing in

up casually. "William, it was you yesterday, wasn't it?" William glanced at him

on, "You were the one who threw the

William's expression remained indifferent.

slightly coldly, "Whatever your reason, you

finally responded with a smirk. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "And what does that have

walking without waiting for a reply, not sparing them a

of Wesley's classmates was puzzled and asked, "Wesley, isn't

That's why I know him better than anyone. And that's why I can't stand him." Sometimes, people simply clashed. There was no real reason. It was just an instinctive aversion, as if their very presence

classmate shrugged, and they headed downstairs together. "I didn't realizethat he might be into Emelie. I heard rumors that he's been showing up at the dance club a lot lately. At first, I thought it was

sarcasm crept into

made their way to the cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's

were engrossed in their conversation, they didn't notice the

one

interest,

always looking for him at the Civic Studies Block. Someone even saw

expression darkened, and he spat, "High school

before adding, "Well, it's not like you're in one. Not that anyone

ignored him and simply strode

marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to the people in