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

"Yes, yes, I

he finished, t was completely dark outside. He

the school. Business was good, and just last year,

the Graham family, this level

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

glanced down. "I could pretend

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

that I live in

"I'm

the door but didn't

until he heard Greta call her

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

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

lose something, Mr. Wesley?"

calmly, "No. Just check and see who was

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during the

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

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

to pass each other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it was you yesterday,

threw the basketball. I saw it on the surveillance

William's expression remained indifferent.

"Whatever your reason, you should know that Emelie is

voice dripped with sarcasm as

for a reply,

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

stand him." Sometimes, people simply clashed. There

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

crept into Wesley's voice. "She's

to the cafeteria, chatting about 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

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

Wesley's girlfriend?" one of William's

responded without much interest, "Did he tell

at the Civic Studies Block. Someone even saw them at

expression darkened, and he spat, "High school

not like you're in one. Not that anyone

him and simply

seemingly oblivious