Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 915

Emelie had always been a model student. She was never late, never absent, and always had good grades. Her teachers trusted her, so her request for leave was immediately granted.

The teacher noticed her pale complexion and responsibly offered to contact her guardians.

"It's alright. I'll be fine on my own," Emelie declined.

Greta didn't know how to drive and, since Ronan had a short temper, Emelie was reluctant to involve him.

The teacher knew about her relationship with Wesley. However, a teacher's influence was limited at that level of school. The teacher approved Emelie's early leave, assuming that Wesley would send someone to pick Emelie up. Then, she allowed Emelie to exit the school gates.

"There might be a heavy rainstorm later. Don't stay outside too long, and head home quickly. If you're still feeling unwell tomorrow, let us know," the teacher said.

"Thank you, ma'am," Emelie said.

However, Emelie didn't contact Wesley since he had exams that day. After all, it was just a 20 minute walk home, and calling for a ride was unnecessary.

Emelie thought that she would be fine in the rain since she had an umbrella. But it turned out she underestimated the weather.

Halfway home, she was caught in a torrential downpour. The rain was sudden and violent, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

The storm was so intense that Emelie struggled to breathe. She fumbled with her umbrella, flustered. As soon as she opened it, a fierce gust of wind turned it inside out, drenching her instantly.

Emelie tried to regain control of the umbrella, panicked. Suddenly, her vision blurred, and her legs buckled. She staggered and swayed dangerously on her feet.

At that moment, a harsh horn blast pierced through the storm. Emelie looked up, seeing a truck barreling toward her.

Emelie stumbled backward, stepped onto something slippery, and lost her balance. Just before she hit the ground, a strong hand grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing out in this storm?" a voice shouted.

The person pulled her to safety, and she collided with his chest, catching a cool, icy scent.

She instinctively grabbed onto his clothes. Amidst the chaos, she felt that she had torn something.

However, before she could think, a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed her, and she fell unconscious.

William noticed her pale face and closed-eyes as she slumped against him.

"Emelie! Emelie!" He called out urgently, realizing something was wrong.

No response.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently patting her face. "Emelie?"

When he touched her forehead, the heat startled him. She was burning up.

William's expression abruptly shifted. He lifted Emelie into his arms, the rain soaking both of them. He scanned the area, spotted a nearby convenience store, and rushed inside.

The store clerk was startled as William came in and sat on a chair with Emelie on his lap.

William shook the rain off his face and said, "Can you get me a towel? I'll pay for it later."

"Oh… Yes, right away." The clerk quickly grabbed a clean towel from the shelf and handed it over.

"What happened to her? Did she faint? Do you need an ambulance?" the clerk asked.

The weather was awful, and an ambulance wouldn't arrive on time. Hence, William pulled out his phone and called his driver, asking him to come pick them up.

"Do you have any fever patches?" he asked the clerk.

The clerk replied, "I'm sorry, we don't have those. But you can get them at the pharmacies."

"I'll have a raincoat then," he said.

The clerk handed William a raincoat, and William draped it over Emelie. While the raincoat couldn't warm her up, it would at least shield her from the wind.

Emelie was completely drenched, and her body was burning with fever.

William paid for the items and assured the clerk to not worry. His driver was already on the way and would arrive in a few minutes. The clerk then left a cup of warm water before stepping away.

William looked down at Emelie in his arms with a mix of irritation and concern.