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."

black pen she handed him, feeling slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really wonder if

grinned. "Yes, yes,

finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her backpack over his shoulder, and

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

compared to the Graham family, this level of comfort

can drop me off at the door. No

down. "I could

"Don't. Last night, my mom asked if I knew you. She thought you

that I live in

"I'm

Wesley walked her to the door but didn't go

Greta call her to

his driver to come pick him up. The Graham

he got into the car, Wesley instructed, "Mr. Caine, after dropping me off at home, check the school's surveillance

lose something, Mr. Wesley?" the butler, Alfred Caine,

and see who was

"Understood," Alfred replied.

during

their breaks engaging in a variety of

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

up casually. "William, it was

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

William's expression remained indifferent.

your reason, you should know that Emelie

sarcasm as

walking without waiting for a reply, not sparing them a second

and asked, "Wesley, isn't he close with

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

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 there for

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

lunchtime, Emelie and 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 options. Every

conversation, they didn't notice the group of

one of William's friends

responded without much interest,

always looking for him at the Civic Studies Block. Someone even saw them

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

not like you're in one.

and

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