Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 916 High School Chronicles: You Owe Me

The driver held an umbrella over William, feeling concerned.

William's face was pale and expressionless. He silently climbed into the car and headed back to the hospital to check on Emelie.

When he arrived, Emelie had finished her IV drip, but she was still unconscious.

William stood at her bedside with his clothes soaked through. Water dripped from him, pooling into a shallow puddle on the floor.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice rough and hoarse. "Emelie, you owe me now."

What she had lost, she would have to repay.

When Emelie woke up, she first noticed the still-damp puddle on the floor and Wesley sitting by her bed. She turned her head, realizing she was in a hospital.

How had she gotten here? What had happened?

She opened her mouth and tried to call out Wesley's name. However, a sharp, raspy pain shot through her throat.

"Your throat hurts, doesn't it? You got tonsillitis-don't speak," Wesley said.

He reached for the glass of warm water on the table. He slid his arm under Emelie's neck, carefully lifted her, and helped her sip the water.

"You caught a fever and fainted on the street. Thankfully, someone brought you to the hospital," he explained softly.

Fainted? Emelie's eyes widened in surprise. She could only remember being caught in the violent storm. Did she really pass out?

Though the warm water soothed her raw throat, it still hurt.

"Who... brought me... here? How did you... know I... passed out?" Emelie spoke in broken fragments.

Wesley set the cup back on the table and adjusted the bed to make her more comfortable." The nurse said it was a boy in a uniform like yours. He didn't leave a name.

"I went to find you after my exam, but your classmate told me you left early to go home. The storm was awful, and I was so worried. I went to your house, but you weren't there."

known she had left school

there was no answer. He figured that she

thought about it, the more he feared the worst. So, he called some men

had to call several local hospitals before he finally found Emelie. It had been the longest hour of his life and Wesley felt as if his heart had stopped. Even

"I'll be fine. Good things

no matter how upset he was, he couldn't bring himself to be mad at Emelie. Instead, he

you're not feeling well, tell me. When else would you

okay," she replied,

it, or are you just humoring

really get

let me know if you're unwell next time?" he

you 80 years old already? I'm not talking to you anymore. You're so

and pinched her cheek again. She always complained he

annoyed, too bad. I'll keep bothering you

head to avoid his hand, finding the

at him and teased, "Wesley, a naggy old

her tone. "Emne, a big dummy who can't take

lay back down,

who that guy was... I should've thanked him,"

broke, she was ready to be discharged from the

took her home. "I'm calling in for you tomorrow. You're staying home to

she had no say in

Emelie was a little

what the doctor said? You've been overworking yourself. If there's not enough time, cut out the less important things. Eme, you don't have to do

the type who couldn't let go of anything. She wanted to do it all and excel at it. Her perfectionism led her to overwork

No one can be perfect at

would stop her dance lessons and would quit the

her. But since her hobby started affecting her life, it was time for her to

she could always pick it up again in college. She could also do it after she graduated, when she

returned to school on Monday after a weekend break. She was feeling much

year again. At that moment, Emelie was

anything, seeing