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."

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

grinned. "Yes,

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

school. Business was good, and

compared to the Graham family, this level of

door.

"I could pretend to buy some

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

that I live in the apartment above

retorted, "I'm not

the

streetlight and waited until he heard Greta call her to wash up for dinner before pulling out

to come pick him up. The Graham family lived much

the car, Wesley instructed, "Mr. Caine, after dropping me off at home, check the school's

something, Mr. Wesley?" the

Just check and see who

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during

breaks engaging in a variety of activities. Some played sports while others honed

out of the piano room, he crossed paths with Wesley and his group of classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing in their direction, William continued walking,

pass each other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it

one who threw the basketball. I saw

William's expression remained indifferent.

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

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

continued walking without waiting for a

Wesley's classmates was puzzled and asked,

him." Sometimes, people simply clashed. There was no real reason. It was just an instinctive aversion, as if their very

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

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

deskmate made their way to the cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's cafeteria was famous for its wide

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

one of William's friends

responded without much interest, "Did

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

he spat, "High school romances

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

him and simply strode

ahead, seemingly oblivious to the