Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 916

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."

Emelie's family hadn't even known she had left school early.

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

The more he thought about it, the more he feared the worst. So, he called some men from his home and had people comb through the streets from school to the Hoven Residence.

When they finally reached the convenience 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 thinking about it now sent a cold shiver through his body.

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

Wesley was 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 cheek.

"There's no 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 word.

"Oaky, okay," she replied, brushing it off.

"Do you really get it, or are you just humoring me?" he asked.

"I really get it," she replied.

"You'll let me know if you're unwell next time?" he asked.

Emelie was annoyed. "Wesley, you're so naggy. Are you 80 years old already? I'm not talking to you anymore. You're so annoying."

Wesley couldn't help but chuckle and pinched her cheek again. She always complained he was annoying. Did she really find him that bothersome?

"Even if you're annoyed, too bad. I'll keep bothering you until we're really 80," he said.

Emelie turned her head to avoid his hand, finding the conversation silly but also fun.

She pointed at him and teased, "Wesley, a naggy old man."