Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 912

At exactly 5:15 pm, the dismissal bell rang throughout the school.

As soon as the first excited boy bolted out of the classroom and bounded across the playground like a wild horse, the teachers called it a day, feeling half-amused and half-exasperated. The quiet school instantly became lively and loud.

No matter the grade, the end of the school day was always the happiest moment for students.

At Capebatt High School, the buildings were separated by grade. The entire Harmony Building housed the sophomores, with twelve classes in total.

In Class 3, on the second floor, the scene was typical. Some students were packing their bags to head home, others were still taking notes, and a few were staying behind for their cleaning duties.

One exception was a girl in the fourth row and third seat from the back. She was fast asleep at her desk.

Her deskmate gave her a gentle nudge. "You fell asleep the second the teacher left. Emelie, why are you so tired? You should just go home and rest."

In a drowsy, muffled voice, the girl replied, "I stayed up late doing homework last night... I won't make it home. Just let me nap for ten more minutes..."

Her deskmate sighed and let her be. She grabbed her bag and left with the others.

However, outside in the hallway, a few students from other classes were peering through the windows. They pointed at Emelie while whispering among themselves.

"That's her, the one sleeping. She's Wesley's girlfriend," one student said.

"Seriously? They're together?" the student beside him exclaimed.

The first student replied, "Of course. Why else would Wesley come to pick her up every day? Just wait for a bit, and you'll see him."

"I never would've guessed. How did they end up together?" a curious student added.

One knowledgeable student explained, "Who knows? But Wesley is in the student council, and he was in charge of welcoming the sophomores. Emelie was the representative of the sophomores, giving the speech at the ceremony, so they must've met there.

"Later, both of them went to that math and science competition in the neighboring city. Maybe after a few encounters, they hit it off. I mean, Emelie's not only gorgeous but also brilliant. She even skipped a grade. Honestly, if I were Wesley, I'd like her too."

"But aren't their family backgrounds really different?" the curious student asked again.

"Come on, it's way too early to talk about that. They're not getting married yet," the knowledgeable student replied.

"Well, now that Wesley is taken, I guess I'll have to like William. But he's always so cold. I really don't want to," one female student said.

"Oh, please! Don't act like just because you like him, he'll like you back. Oh my gosh, it's William! What's he doing here?" a student said in surprise.

They suddenly realized the very person they were gossiping about had walked right past them.

William, tall and slender, though still with a hint of youthful sharpness, already carried an air of cool indifference. His uniform—a standard blue-and-white outfit—looked crisp and clean. His deep, dark eyes held a calm and steady gaze.

Capebatt High was often referred to as a "wealthy school" as most students came from affluent families. The halls were full of young heirs and heiresses. There was a smaller group, like Emelie, that were there on merit.

Yet, even in this miniature version of high society, William stood above the rest. With a backpack on his shoulder, he walked by expressionlessly.

No one knew why he had wandered all the way from his building, which housed the seniors, to Harmony Building, which housed the sophomores. After all, no one dared to ask.

As he passed by the window of Class 3, his eyes flicked over, perhaps deliberately, perhaps not.

A girl was curled up on her desk, fast asleep. Her face was tucked into the crook of her arm. Only a small part of her face was visible, but even that was enough to showcase her beauty.

Her skin was as fair as moonlight. Even from afar, one could imagine the delicate fragrance that seemed to surround her.

Her face was flawless, untouched by the blemishes typical of adolescence. She had small ears and long, brown hair.

She was feeling warm, so a fine layer of sweat had gathered on her forehead, making her look both endearing and fragile.

It was already autumn, the temperature hovering around 50 degrees Fahrenheit. The school's air conditioning had long since been turned off.

William lifted his gaze, briefly eyeing the large ceiling fan above.

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