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."

even known she had

was no answer. He figured that she was feeling unwell in the middle of that

the worst. So, he called some men from his home and had people comb

to call several local hospitals before he finally found Emelie. It had been the longest hour of his life and

in return. "I'll be fine. Good things happen to good people. There's no need to

a 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

not feeling well, tell me. When else would you need a boyfriend if not now?" He

replied, brushing

or are you just humoring me?" he

really get it," she

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

so naggy. Are you 80 years old already? I'm not talking to you

pinched her cheek again. She always complained he was annoying. Did she really find him that

annoyed, too bad. I'll keep

his hand, finding the conversation silly but

pointed at him and teased, "Wesley, a naggy old

her tone. "Emne, a big

lay back down,

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

Emelie's fever broke, she was ready to be discharged

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

clear she had no say in the

now." Emelie was

time, cut out the less important things. Eme, you don't have to do everything, and

anything. She wanted to do it all and excel at it.

still human. No one can be perfect at

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

had always been just a hobby for her. But since her hobby

it up again in college. She could

to school on Monday after a weekend break. She was feeling much better, with only a slight runny nose

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

without saying anything, seeing that