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."

exasperated. "Sometimes I really

"Yes, yes,

time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her backpack over his shoulder, and together, they left the

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

when compared to the Graham

at the door. No

"I could pretend

my mom asked if I knew you. She thought you lived

her yes, that

"I'm not that

end, Wesley walked her to the door but didn't go inside

he heard Greta call her to wash up

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,

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

"Understood," Alfred replied.

during

spent their breaks engaging in

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

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

were the one who threw the basketball. I saw it

William's expression remained indifferent.

coldly, "Whatever your reason, you

responded with a smirk. His voice dripped with sarcasm as

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

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

"Exactly. 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

shrugged, and they headed downstairs together. "I didn't realizethat he might be into Emelie. I heard rumors that he's been showing up at the

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

High School's cafeteria was famous for its wide array of options.

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

girlfriend?" one

responded without much interest, "Did

the Civic Studies Block.

spat, "High school romances never

like you're in one. Not

him and

William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to the