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."

"Sometimes

"Yes, yes, I

By the time he finished, t was

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

when compared to the Graham

at the door. No need to come in,"

could pretend

"Don't. Last night, my mom asked if I knew you. She thought you lived

tell her yes, that

retorted, "I'm

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

Greta call her to wash up for dinner before pulling

pick him up. The Graham family lived much

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

Wesley?" the

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

"Understood," Alfred replied.

next day, during the break after the

facilities, and students often spent their breaks engaging in a variety of activities. Some played sports while others

he crossed paths with Wesley and his group of classmates

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

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

William's expression remained indifferent.

you should know

as he said, "And what does that have to do with

for a reply, not sparing them a

asked, "Wesley,

colder. "Exactly. That's why I know him better than anyone. And that's why I can't stand him." Sometimes, people simply clashed. There was no real reason. It was just

been showing up

into Wesley's voice. "She's out

School's cafeteria was famous for its wide

didn't notice the

girlfriend?" one

interest, "Did he tell

goes to Harmony Building after 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? Siblings?"

darkened, and he spat, "High

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

and simply strode

oblivious to the people in front of him,