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."

known

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

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

been the longest hour of his life and Wesley felt as if

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

still shaken from the scare, feeling 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

alright? If you're not feeling well, tell me. When else would you need a

replied,

are you just humoring me?"

get it,"

if you're unwell next time?" he

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

She always complained he was annoying. Did she

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

to avoid his hand, finding the

and teased, "Wesley, a

mimicking her tone. "Emne, a big dummy who can't

back down,

know who that guy was... I

she was ready to be discharged

in for you tomorrow. You're staying

had no say in the

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

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

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

No

thought it over, Emelie told Greta that she would stop her dance

a hobby for her. But since her

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

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

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

without saying anything, seeing