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."

exasperated. "Sometimes I really

grinned. "Yes, yes,

frustration, Wesley patiently explained the problem to her. By the time he finished, t was completely dark outside. He slung her backpack

was good,

course, when compared to the Graham family, this level of comfort was

me off at the door. No

down. "I could pretend

She thought you lived nearby because you

her yes, that I

"I'm not

the door but didn't

stood under the streetlight and waited until he heard Greta

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

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

Wesley?"

and see who was

"Understood," Alfred replied.

the next day, during the break after

their breaks engaging in a variety of

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

they were about to pass each other, Wesley spoke up casually. "William, it was you yesterday, wasn't it?"

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

William's expression remained indifferent.

slightly coldly, "Whatever your reason, you

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

waiting for a

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

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,

rumors that he's been showing up at

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

Emelie and her deskmate made their way to the cafeteria, chatting about what to eat. Capebatt High School's cafeteria

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

girlfriend?" one of

interest, "Did

She's always looking for him at the Civic Studies Block. Someone even saw them at the amusement park last weekend. If they're not together, what are they? Siblings?"

darkened, and he spat,

"Well, it's not like you're in one. Not that

and simply

watched as William marched ahead, seemingly oblivious to the people in