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 I really wonder if you're just

"Yes, yes,

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

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

to the Graham family, this level of comfort was

can drop me off at the door. No

down. "I could

if I knew you. She thought you

that I live in the apartment above

retorted, "I'm

the door but didn't go

waited until he heard Greta call her to

pick him up. The Graham family lived

instructed, "Mr. Caine, after dropping me off at home, check the school's

Mr. Wesley?" the butler, Alfred

check and see who was playing basketball in the

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during

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

classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing in their direction,

Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it

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

William's expression remained indifferent.

"Whatever your reason, you

dripped with sarcasm as he said, "And

waiting for a reply, not sparing

was puzzled and asked, "Wesley, isn't

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 an instinctive

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

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

cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's cafeteria was famous for its wide array of options. Every day, students found themselves debating which delicious dish to

their conversation, they didn't notice the

girlfriend?" one of

much interest, "Did he tell you

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?" the

spat, "High

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

ignored him and

as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to the people