Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 916

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."

family hadn't even known she

tried calling her phone, but there was no answer. He figured that she was feeling unwell in the middle of

men from his home and had people comb through

been the longest hour

fine. Good things

shaken from the scare, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. But no matter how upset he was, he couldn't bring himself to

not feeling well, tell me. When else would you

she replied, brushing it

get it, or are you just

really get it," she

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

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

her cheek again. She always complained he was annoying. Did she

bad. I'll keep bothering you until we're really 80,"

avoid his hand, finding

and teased, "Wesley,

grabbed her finger and pointed it back at her, mimicking her tone. "Emne, a big dummy who can't take care

lay back

don't know who that guy was... I should've thanked him,"

fever broke, she was ready to be discharged from

You're staying

clear she had

now." Emelie

time, cut out the

well. Emelie was the type who couldn't let go of anything. She wanted to do it all and excel at it. Her

she was still human. No one can be perfect at

she would stop her dance lessons and would quit the

a hobby for her. But since her hobby

up again in college. She could also do it

was feeling much better, with only a slight runny nose left

by the classroom of the freshman year again. At that moment, Emelie was

left without saying anything, seeing

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