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 wonder if you're just using

"Yes, yes, I

the time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her backpack over his

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

Graham family, this level of comfort was

off at the door. No need to come

could pretend to buy some

my mom asked if I knew you. She

tell her yes, that I live

retorted, "I'm

to the

he heard Greta call her to wash up for dinner

pick him up. The Graham

Caine, after dropping me off at home, check the school's surveillance

Mr. Wesley?" the butler, Alfred

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

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during the

their breaks engaging in a variety

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

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

the one who threw the basketball. I saw it on the surveillance

William's expression remained indifferent.

your reason, you should know that Emelie is

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

without waiting for a reply, not

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

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 an instinctive aversion, as if their very presence grated

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 was just a coincidence, but maybe he's

sarcasm crept into Wesley's

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 found themselves

conversation, they didn't notice the group of people walking behind

girlfriend?" one

without much interest, "Did he tell

looking for him at the Civic Studies Block. Someone even saw them at the amusement park last

expression darkened, and he spat, "High school romances never

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

him and simply strode

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