Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 916

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

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

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 his heart had stopped. Even thinking about it now sent

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

anger. But no matter how upset he was, he couldn't bring

me. When else would you

she replied, brushing it

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

get

know if you're unwell next

years old already? I'm

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

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

avoid his hand, finding the

pointed at him and teased, "Wesley, a naggy

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

back

that guy was... I

fever broke, she was ready to

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

it clear she had no say in the

I'm all good now." Emelie was

the less important things. Eme, you don't have

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

human. No one

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

a hobby for her. But since her hobby

figured she could always pick it up again in college. She could also do it after she

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

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

left without saying anything, seeing

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