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 if you're just

"Yes, yes,

the problem to her. By the time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her backpack over his shoulder, and

good, and just last year,

course, when compared to the Graham

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

glanced down. "I could

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

tell her yes, that I live in the apartment

retorted, "I'm not

to the door but didn't go

until he heard Greta call her

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

into the car, Wesley instructed, "Mr. Caine, after dropping me off at home, check

Wesley?" the butler, Alfred

and see who was playing basketball in

"Understood," Alfred replied.

during the break after the first

spent their breaks engaging in a variety of activities. Some played sports while others honed their musical

William stepped out of the piano room, he crossed paths with Wesley and his group of classmates

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

threw the basketball. I saw it on

William's expression remained indifferent.

slightly coldly, "Whatever your reason, you

with a smirk. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "And what does that have

waiting for a reply, not sparing

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

grew colder. "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 real reason. It was just an instinctive aversion, as if their

showing

rare note of sarcasm crept into Wesley's voice.

her deskmate made their way to the cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's cafeteria was famous for its wide array

were engrossed in their conversation, they didn't notice

one of William's

responded without much interest, "Did he tell you

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

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

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

ignored him and simply

friend watched as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to