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."

family hadn't even known she had

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

more he thought about it, the more he feared the worst. So, he called some men from his home and had people comb through

reached the convenience store, the clerk mentioned what had happened. Wesley had to call several local hospitals before he finally found Emelie. It had been the longest hour

return. "I'll be fine. Good things happen

feeling a mix of frustration and anger. But no matter how upset he was, he couldn't

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

okay," she replied,

really get it, or are you just

get it,"

me know if you're unwell

you're so naggy. Are you 80 years

always complained he

if you're annoyed, too bad. I'll keep

to avoid his hand,

at him and teased,

it back at her, mimicking her tone. "Emne, a big dummy

back down,

who that guy was... I should've thanked

broke, she was ready to be discharged from the

you tomorrow. You're staying home to

it clear she had

now." Emelie was

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 everything, and be perfect at

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

was still human. No one can

it over, Emelie told Greta that she would stop her dance lessons and would quit the school's

her hobby started affecting her life, it was time for her

it up again in college. She

Monday after a weekend break. She was feeling much better, with only a

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

anything,