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."

exasperated. "Sometimes I

grinned. "Yes, yes,

patiently explained the problem to her. By the time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung

about a twenty-minute walk from the school. Business was good, and just last year, they bought a new home nearby. Their life was

the Graham

at the door. No need to come

"I could pretend to

pouted. "Don't. Last night, my mom asked if I knew you. She thought you lived nearby because you come in right

"Just tell her yes, that I live

"I'm not

her to the door but didn't go

and waited until he heard Greta

called his driver to come pick him up. The

the car, Wesley instructed, "Mr. Caine, after dropping me off at

you lose something, Mr. Wesley?"

check and see who

"Understood," Alfred replied.

was the next day, during the break after the first

top-tier facilities, and students often spent their breaks engaging in a variety

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

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

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

William's expression remained indifferent.

slightly coldly, "Whatever your reason, you should know that Emelie is my

as he said,

waiting for a reply, not sparing them a

was puzzled and asked, "Wesley,

"Exactly. That's why I know him better than anyone. And that's why I can't stand him." Sometimes, people

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 there for

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

to the cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's cafeteria was famous

in their conversation, they didn't

that Wesley's girlfriend?" one of William's friends

without much interest, "Did

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

spat,

before adding, "Well, it's not like you're in one.

and simply strode

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