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."

pen she handed him, feeling slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really

"Yes, yes,

to her. By the time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her backpack over his shoulder, and together, they left

owned a small convenience store about a twenty-minute walk from the school. Business was good, and just last year, they

the Graham family, this level of

off at the door.

"I could pretend to buy some

if I knew you. She thought you lived

her yes, that I live in the apartment above

retorted, "I'm

end, Wesley walked her to the door but didn't go inside to

he heard Greta call her

called his driver to come pick him

"Mr. Caine, after dropping me off

you lose something, Mr. Wesley?" the butler, Alfred

and see who was playing basketball in the hallway at 6

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during the break after the

spent their breaks engaging in a

stepped out of the piano room, he crossed paths with 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

"You were the one who threw the basketball. I saw

William's expression remained indifferent.

you should know that

voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "And what does

a reply, not sparing

puzzled and asked, "Wesley, isn't he close with

I can't stand him." Sometimes, people

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 just a coincidence,

rare note of sarcasm crept into Wesley's

eat. Capebatt High School's

in their conversation, they didn't notice the group of people walking

that Wesley's girlfriend?" one of

responded without much interest, "Did he

school and sends her home. She's always looking for him at the Civic Studies Block. Someone even saw them

spat, "High school romances never

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

him and simply

friend watched as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to