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."

the black pen she handed him, feeling slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really wonder if you're just using me as your

grinned. "Yes,

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

twenty-minute walk from the school. Business was good, and just last year, they bought a new home nearby. Their

to the Graham family, this level of

the door. No

down. "I could pretend

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

her yes, that I

"I'm

walked her to the door

the streetlight and waited until he heard Greta call her to wash up for

called his driver to come pick him up. The Graham

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

Mr. Wesley?" the

Just check and see who was playing

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during the break after the first

engaging in a variety of activities. Some played

group of classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing

were about to pass each other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William,

the one who threw the basketball. I

William's expression remained indifferent.

slightly coldly, "Whatever your reason, you should know that Emelie is

sarcasm as he said, "And what does

a reply, not

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

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

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

into Wesley's voice. "She's out of his

Capebatt High School's

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

girlfriend?" one

without much interest, "Did he tell you

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

expression darkened, and he spat,

like you're in one. Not that anyone would

ignored him and

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