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."

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

"Yes, yes,

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

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

when compared to the Graham family, this level

me off at the door. No need

"I could pretend

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

"Just tell her yes, that I live in the apartment

retorted, "I'm not

her to the door but didn't

until he heard Greta call her to wash

driver to come pick him up. The Graham family

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

Mr. Wesley?"

Just check and see who was

"Understood," Alfred replied.

during the

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

of classmates

up casually.

were the one who threw the

William's expression remained indifferent.

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

finally responded with a smirk. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "And what does that have to do with

waiting for a reply, not sparing

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

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

showing up at the dance club a lot

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

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

they didn't notice the group of people walking

girlfriend?" one of William's

interest, "Did he

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

he spat, "High

like you're in one. Not that

and simply

ahead, seemingly oblivious to the