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

"Yes,

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

store about a twenty-minute walk from the school. Business was good,

compared to the Graham family, this

at the door. No need to come

"I could pretend to buy

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

that I live in the apartment above

"I'm

her to the door

Greta call her

driver to come pick him up. The

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

you lose something, Mr. Wesley?"

"No. Just check and see who was playing basketball

"Understood," Alfred replied.

during the

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

classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing in

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

on, "You were the one who threw the basketball. I saw it on

William's expression remained indifferent.

you

finally responded with a smirk. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "And

walking without waiting for a reply, not sparing them a

asked, "Wesley, isn't he close

him better than anyone. And that's why I can't stand him." Sometimes, people simply clashed. There was no real reason.

showing up at the dance club a lot lately. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but maybe he's there

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

about what to eat. Capebatt High School's cafeteria was famous

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

Wesley's girlfriend?" one of

without much interest, "Did he tell you

Harmony Building after school and sends her home. She's always looking for him at the Civic Studies Block.

and he spat, "High

like you're in one. Not that anyone

ignored him and

seemingly oblivious