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

He figured

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

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 of his

noticed it and squeezed his hand in return. "I'll be fine. Good things happen to good people. There's no need

mix of frustration and anger. But no matter how upset he was, he couldn't bring himself to be mad at Emelie. Instead, he gently pinched her

tell me. When else would you need a boyfriend if

she replied,

get it, or are you just humoring me?" he

get it,"

you're unwell next time?" he

annoyed. "Wesley, you're so naggy. Are you 80 years old already? I'm not talking to you anymore. You're

help but chuckle and pinched her cheek again. She always complained he was annoying. Did she

keep bothering you until

head to avoid his hand,

him and teased, "Wesley,

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

lay back down,

still don't know who that guy was...

was ready to be discharged from the

"I'm calling in for you tomorrow. You're staying home to rest. No reading or

made it clear she had

good now." Emelie was a little amazed at

the less important things. Eme, you don't have to do everything, and be perfect at all of

anything. She wanted to do it all and excel at it. Her perfectionism led

human. No one can be

told Greta that she would stop her dance lessons and would quit

for her. But since her hobby started

up again in college. She could also do

break. She was feeling much better, with only a slight runny nose left from

the freshman year

saying anything, seeing that she