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 left school

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

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 life and Wesley felt as if his heart had stopped. Even

in return. "I'll be fine. Good things happen to good people. There's

But no matter how upset he was,

next time, alright? If you're not feeling well, tell me. When else would you need a boyfriend if not now?" He spoke slowly, emphasizing each

she replied,

or are you

really get it," she

me know if you're

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

chuckle and pinched her cheek again. She always complained

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

turned her head to avoid his hand, finding the conversation silly

him and teased, "Wesley, a

grabbed her finger and pointed it back at her, mimicking her tone.

back down,

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

broke, she was ready to be discharged from the

calling in for you tomorrow. You're staying

it clear she had no

I'm all good now." Emelie was a little

been overworking yourself. If there's not enough time, cut out the less

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

was still human. No one can

told Greta that she would

hobby for her. But since her hobby

in college. She could also do it after she graduated, when

She was feeling

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

left without saying anything, seeing that