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

"Yes,

his frustration, Wesley patiently explained the problem to her. By the time he finished, t was completely dark

about a twenty-minute walk from the school. Business was good, and just

compared to the Graham family, this

me off at the door. No need to come

down. "I could pretend to buy

She thought you lived nearby because you come

her yes, that I live in the

retorted, "I'm not that

the end, Wesley walked her to the door

heard Greta call her

him

after dropping me off at home, check the school's

something, Mr. Wesley?" the

"No. Just check and see who was playing

"Understood," Alfred replied.

day, during the

students often spent their breaks engaging in a

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

spoke up casually. "William, it was you yesterday, wasn't

"You were the one who threw the basketball.

William's expression remained indifferent.

coldly, "Whatever your reason, you should know that Emelie

as he

without waiting for a reply, not sparing

Wesley's classmates was puzzled and asked, "Wesley,

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

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, but maybe he's

rare note of sarcasm crept into Wesley's voice. "She's out of

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

didn't notice the group

Wesley's girlfriend?" one of William's

interest, "Did he

school and sends her home. She's always looking for him at the Civic Studies Block. Someone even saw them at the amusement park last weekend. If they're not together, what are they?

he spat, "High school romances

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

ignored him and

William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to the people in front of him,