Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 801

The boy was taller than everyone else in the room. His lean frame was hidden beneath his loose school uniform, and his arms were well-defined. The breeze ruffled his short hair as he stood by the window.

Emelie, who was crouching on the floor, had to tilt her head up to see his face.

He looked down at everyone crouching on the floor, but it seemed as if his gaze was focused only on Emelie.

He said, "Only one person can sneak in to take the photos to avoid drawing attention. It should be a girl because the teacher's office's window isn't that large. She needs to be agile, brave, and fast enough to run if she gets caught."

Everyone wanted to help the girls, but no one had a solid plan.

The boy was the only one who had not only come up with the most concrete and reliable solution but had also prepared for the worst-case scenario.

The girls were just young teenagers, and they were afraid to do such a thing. None of them spoke up.

On impulse, Emelie said, "I'll go. I take dance classes, so I'm in great shape."

The boy was standing a short distance away from her. His expression was a little condescending as he looked down at her. After watching her for a moment, he let out a barely audible laugh. "Alright."

Everyone then split up to begin preparing.

The boys walked arm in arm toward the left side of the corridor, while the girls linked hands and headed to the right side.

When Emelie glanced behind her, she saw a boy with his arm around the taller boy's shoulder.

"Will, you usually don't get involved in stuff like this. Why did you drag us along to eavesdrop on the girls today?"

It turned out that he had overheard their conversation and called the other boys over.

William lamented, "Is it wrong to want to do the right thing?"

"But do you know who Emelie belongs to? She's Wesley's girl, and Wesley's currently out of town for a math competition."

William replied, "Why should I care?"

Emelie turned away.

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It was mentioned earlier that half of the students at this school came from wealthy or influential families.

However, this time, they had to rely on themselves to deal with the vile monster. It was better to make Baldy pay for his sins than to see him punished for some other reason.

They split into groups.

Some of the students pooled their money to buy a camera, while others secretly sought out other victims and persuaded them to come forward and identify the demon. Some studied the best escape routes from the teacher's office, some kept a close eye on Baldy's every move, and others helped Emelie train for the chase.

It seemed that everyone could easily unite and give their all to the same cause during their school years.

Emelie remembered that the cicadas during that summer were louder than those in any other year. The branches outside the classroom window grew wildly, but nothing could block the blazing sun.

William jumped out of the window, then turned around and shouted at her, "Jump down!"

They were on the first floor, but the ground outside was about half a meter lower than the ground inside.

Emelie hesitated for only a few seconds before climbing over the window and jumping down.

William caught her as she fell. She landed right in his arms, and for a long moment, they didn't move.

Her leg had cramped up. Or perhaps she was just too nervous.

For some reason, William didn't push her away and let her hold on to him.

Soon, their schoolmates arrived, shouting that Baldy was still after them. "Run!"

William lifted Emelie onto his back and ran off with the others.

Emelie remembered the pounding of his heartbeat as he ran with her on his back. She remembered the heat of the summer sun, the satisfaction of doing something righteous with her classmates, the shadows of the trees, the drone of the cicadas, and even her untied shoelaces.

She also remembered the wind that filled William's uniform as he sprinted. Yet, she had somehow forgotten him.

"How could I have forgotten this so entirely?" Emelie murmured.

William turned back to her and asked, "Forgotten what?"