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."

him, feeling slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really

"Yes, yes, I

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

walk from the school. Business was good, and just last year, they bought

to the Graham family, this level

the door. No

glanced down. "I could pretend

asked if I knew you. She thought you lived nearby because you come in right after

said, "Just tell her yes, that I

retorted, "I'm

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

he heard Greta call

pick him up. The Graham family lived

after dropping me off

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

see who was playing basketball in the hallway

"Understood," Alfred replied.

was the next day, during the break after the first

breaks engaging in a variety of activities. Some played sports

group of classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing in their direction, William continued walking,

about to pass each other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it was you

were the one who threw the basketball. I saw

William's expression remained indifferent.

you should know that Emelie is my

with sarcasm as he said, "And

waiting for a reply, not sparing them a

classmates was puzzled and asked, "Wesley, isn't he

can't stand him." Sometimes, people simply clashed. There was no real reason. It was just an instinctive aversion, as if their very

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

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

Emelie and her deskmate made their way to the cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's cafeteria was famous for its wide array of options. Every day, students

conversation, they didn't

that Wesley's girlfriend?" one of

responded without much interest, "Did

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

expression darkened, and he spat,

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

and simply strode

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