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."

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

grinned. "Yes,

By the time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her

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

the Graham family, this level of comfort was

can drop me off at the door. No need to come in,"

"I could pretend to buy

you. She thought you lived nearby because you

yes, that I live

retorted, "I'm

the end, Wesley walked her to the door

he heard Greta

his driver to come pick him up.

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

lose something, Mr. Wesley?" the butler,

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

"Understood," Alfred replied.

was the next day, during the break after the first

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

classmates

other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it was

threw the basketball. I saw it on

William's expression remained indifferent.

coldly, "Whatever your reason, you should

His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "And what does that

for a reply, not sparing them a second

and asked, "Wesley,

Sometimes, people simply clashed. There was no real reason. It was just an instinctive aversion, as if their very presence grated

I heard rumors that he's been showing up at

of sarcasm crept into Wesley's

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

were engrossed in their conversation, they didn't notice the group of

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

responded without much interest, "Did he tell

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

and he spat, "High

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

and simply strode

watched as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to the people