Chapter 483 Arriving Just in Time
My stomach churned violently.
Emma suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to vomit.
"If you're feeling sick, fine, but why drag others into it?"
Emma couldn't imagine how heartbroken his fans would be if they heard this.
Ernest sneered dismissively.
"Don't all the women who approach me have such intentions?"
Emma propped herself up on the bed with her arm, trying to lift her body.
In fact, Ernest hadn't restrained her in any way.
But the feeling of weakness made it impossible for Emma to escape.
There was something wrong with that glass of water.
When Ernest poured the water, his back was to her, so she didn't see any of his small movements.
"Ernest, the first time I saw you, I thought you were a particularly sunny, positive young man."
"Your arrival and presence were like a ray of light in the entertainment industry."
Emma said this without any intention of flattery.
It was her genuine thought back then.
She still remembered the clean and refreshing smile on Ernest's face in that photo, like the rising sun in the morning, bringing light and hope to people.
How did he become like this now?
This was completely contrary to the image in Emma's mind.
Ernest listened to Emma's heartfelt words without any emotion.
"After saying so much, isn't it just to make me let you go?"
"But do you think that's possible?"
A white shirt fell to the ground.
Revealing a set of well-defined six-pack abs.
Emma closed her eyes in disgust.
"Don't worry, I'll be very gentle, very, very gentle."
The bed sank slightly.
A force pressed down.
Emma felt Ernest's approach, and her heart raced wildly.
Not out of shyness.
But out of fear.
"Ernest, if you want resources, if you want to climb higher in the entertainment industry, I can help you, really!"
"As long as you don't use such despicable means, we can discuss anything!"
Emma took a step back.
Her tightly closed eyes were already filled with tiny tears.
She was trying hard not to let them fall.
Ernest's fingers gently curled Emma's hair.
Just this simple action made Emma try to curl up in fear.
"If you had said this to me earlier, maybe I would have considered it."
Ernest's eyes lowered, falling on Emma's collar.
He reached out slowly, as if deliberately slowing down to torment Emma's spirit.
"This sweatshirt is so cute, can you cooperate with me?"
Ernest's hand had already grabbed the hem of Emma's sweatshirt.
"Please!" Emma's spirit was on the verge of collapse.
There was no trace of pity in Ernest's eyes. He decisively pulled upward.
Then.
Ernest's expression collapsed a bit.
How could Emma be wearing a sweater under her sweatshirt!
Isn't that uncomfortable!
Ernest steadied himself, thinking that this little surprise shouldn't affect his plan.
But that yellow sweater with cartoon patterns kept swaying in front of his eyes.
Instantly, he lost all desire.
Forget it.
Even if it's just an act, Emma has to pay something!
"Ahhh! Ernest, you bastard! If you really dare to touch me, the Curtis family won't let you go! Luann won't let you go!" Emma cried out, desperately clutching the hem of her sweater.
Perhaps her shouting was too loud, causing Ernest not to hear the sound of the door being swiped open.
The next second.
Lionel burst through the door.
When he saw the scene before him.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Without a word, he grabbed Ernest's collar and forcefully threw him aside, landing a heavy punch.
The punch landed hard on Ernest's face.
Before Ernest could react, a wave of dull pain hit his features.
Lionel, with red eyes and surrounded by overwhelming anger, continued to punch Ernest one after another.
Soon, he had Ernest on the ground.
Lionel then kicked him hard.
The helpers who had followed Lionel stood still in fear.
"Lionel! Long—"
Seeing Lionel, the tears Emma had been holding back instantly flowed out.
Her crying brought Lionel back to some sense.
He took off his coat and wrapped it around Emma's small body.
Emma buried her head into his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Lionel gently patted Emma's back, though his hand trembled slightly.
On the way here, he had prepared for the worst.
But fortunately, he arrived in time.
"Lionel, make them all leave," Emma said weakly.
Lionel immediately gave those people a look.
"Alright, don't be afraid. I'm here now, and they can't see anything," Lionel comforted her, thinking Emma was afraid of being seen by those people.
But actually, even when he entered, he only saw Ernest above Emma.
Emma's clothes were still intact.
"No," Emma's voice was weak, "this sweater is a bit childish, my brother bought it for me."
When Joshua gave her this sweater, it had scared Emma a bit.
But later, she found it quite cute, so she wore it often.
However, her roommates always teased her for being a kid who never grew up.
Losing face in front of Ernest was one thing, but now in front of Lionel too.
Lionel didn't expect her to care about this, his mouth twitched slightly, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Let's go," Emma tugged at Lionel's collar.
"Okay."
Lionel picked Emma up horizontally and, as they left the room, instructed the others to take Ernest back to the Curtis family.
"Lionel, we need to take the camera," Emma said urgently.
The camera must have recorded a lot, and she needed to delete it quickly.
Lionel went back to get the camera.
They left the hotel and got into the car.
Emma bit her lip and said, "Lionel, thank you for coming to save me. If it weren't for you, I might have been done for today. You still have classes this afternoon, right? Maybe you should go back quickly."
As she said this, Emma felt a bit empty inside.
She hadn't fully recovered from the earlier scene and hoped someone would stay with her.
A gentle hand fell on her hair, softly stroking it.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"How could I leave you alone and go back?"
"I'll call the school and explain."
"I'm staying with you now."
Emma stared at him blankly, her lips quivering.
"Lionel, you're so good."
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