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."

pen she handed him, feeling slightly exasperated. "Sometimes I really wonder if you're

grinned. "Yes, yes, I

the time he finished, t was

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

compared to the Graham family, this level

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

down. "I could pretend

I knew you. She thought you lived

that I live in the apartment above

retorted, "I'm not

the door but didn't go inside

until he heard Greta call her to wash up for dinner before pulling

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

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

Wesley?" the butler, Alfred Caine,

calmly, "No. Just check and see who was

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during the break after the

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

the piano room, he crossed paths with Wesley and his group of classmates in the hallway. Without even glancing in their direction, William continued walking, his eyes

up casually. "William,

were the one who threw the

William's expression remained indifferent.

coldly, "Whatever your reason, you should

a smirk. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said,

continued walking without waiting for a reply, not

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

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 very presence

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 a coincidence, but maybe he's there

into

School's cafeteria was famous for its wide array of options. Every day, students found themselves debating which delicious dish

they didn't notice the group of

that Wesley's girlfriend?" one

without much interest, "Did he

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

and he spat, "High

it's not like you're in one. Not

him and simply strode

watched as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to