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."

she handed him, feeling slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really wonder if you're

"Yes, yes, I

By the time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her backpack

the school. Business was good, and just last

compared to the Graham family, this level of

at the door. No need

"I could pretend to buy

if I knew you. She thought you lived nearby

said, "Just tell her yes, that I live in

retorted, "I'm not that

her to the door but didn't go inside to

stood under the streetlight and waited until he heard Greta call her to wash up

driver to come pick him

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

something, Mr. Wesley?" the

replied calmly, "No. Just check and see who was playing basketball in

"Understood," Alfred replied.

next day, during the break after the first

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

crossed paths with Wesley and his group of classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing in their

they were about to pass each other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it was you yesterday, wasn't it?" William glanced at

on, "You were the one who threw the basketball. I saw it on the

William's expression remained indifferent.

"Whatever your reason, you should know that Emelie

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

continued walking without waiting for a reply, not sparing them a second

classmates was puzzled and asked,

Sometimes, people simply clashed. There was no real reason. It was

rumors that he's been showing up at the dance club

crept into Wesley's voice. "She's

High School's cafeteria was famous for its wide array of options.

conversation, they didn't

girlfriend?" one of

interest, "Did he tell you

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

and he spat,

not like you're

ignored him and simply strode

friend watched as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious