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."

slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really wonder

"Yes,

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

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

course, when compared to the Graham family,

drop me off at the door.

down. "I could

asked if I knew you. She thought you lived nearby because you

tell her yes, that I live in the apartment

"I'm not that

her to the door but

streetlight and waited until he heard Greta call her

driver to come pick him up. The Graham family lived much farther

Wesley instructed, "Mr. Caine, after dropping me off

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

check and see who was playing

"Understood," Alfred replied.

next day, during the break

in

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

about to pass each other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it was you yesterday, wasn't it?"

the one who threw the

William's expression remained indifferent.

"Whatever your reason, you should know that Emelie is

as he said, "And

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

Wesley's classmates was puzzled and asked, "Wesley,

why I know him better than anyone. And that's why I can't stand him." Sometimes, people simply

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

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

their way to the cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's

their conversation, they didn't notice

one

much interest, "Did he

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

darkened, and he spat, "High school romances never

like you're in one. Not that anyone

ignored him and simply strode

as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to the