Chapter 154 The Rainy Night of the Past
George looked a bit disappointed.
"Think of it as an apology, Isabella. Stay for dinner?" George suggested.
"Lucas can join us too. It'll be good for him to relax." George added.
"I just don't think it's appropriate." Isabella lowered her head, pretending to struggle.
"I get it." George's voice softened as he moved closer to Isabella, his breath warm on her skin. "Are you worried about what people might think?"
"You know it."
Emma glanced at the small alarm clock on Lucas's bedside table. It was almost time; Anna should be arriving soon, and she needed to go downstairs to set things in motion.
The rain outside got heavier, and the wind mixed with the rain, pounding against the villa's windows.
Anna stood outside The Russell Villa, soaked, her face full of anxiety and despair. She banged on the door, her voice cutting through the rainy night."George! Open up! I need to talk to you!" Anna's voice was desperate.
She had heard that Isabella was at The Russell Villa and rushed over in the rain.
'That bitch Isabella got me raped by that creep Kimball, and I need to get back at her!' she thought.
Anna stood in the rain, hoping to gain some sympathy. But there was no response from inside.
Her hands were going numb, but she kept pounding on the door.
"Please, George! I know I messed up!" Anna's voice was pleading, the rain blurring her vision.
Just crying out wasn't working, so Anna switched tactics. She gripped the door handle tightly, her voice trembling. "George, I'm begging you, please open the door! I'll take responsibility for my mistakes."
Her voice sounded especially fragile on the rainy night, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the rain and soaking her cheeks.
Finally, there was movement inside. George slowly opened the door and saw Anna drenched. His heart felt heavy.
"We're done, Anna. Why are you here?" George's eyes flickered with mixed emotions.
"I just wanted to see you. I wanted to tell you how much I regret it!" Anna added, "I know I was wrong, please forgive me."
George's heart was a mess of emotions. Finally, he sighed, reached out, and helped her up, saying, "Come in, don't catch a cold out there."
Emma had been standing on the second-floor balcony, watching Anna's little drama, a cold smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
George still had a soft spot for Anna. Even knowing all the crap she had pulled, as long as Anna cried, George would forgive her. Anna's hold on him was strong.
But Emma was set on tearing them apart.
Emma stood up gently, deliberately stumbling on the carpet and letting out a cry of pain. "My foot!"
The cry echoed sharply through the quiet villa. George immediately stopped what he was doing, left Anna, and quickly walked out.
No one noticed that as George walked, a long strand of hair was lifted by the air current and quietly stuck to Anna's coat.
"Isabella, what happened?" he asked with concern, quickly walking to her side to check her injury.
"I think I twisted my ankle," Emma said, feigning pain. Seeing George so concerned about her while Anna at the door was seething with anger, Emma felt satisfied.
"George, why is Isabella in your house?" Anna accused.
"Ms. Stuart, actually, I didn't want to come. But when I picked up Seraphine from school, I saw Lucas being bullied because no one was there to pick him up, so I brought him back. It started raining, and Mr. Russell asked me to stay for a while. Please don't misunderstand." Emma explained.
Emma's words were a jab at Anna, implying she was a lousy mother, which triggered George's memories. Anna had used Lucas to frame Emma, and his resentment towards Anna grew even more.
"Let me see your foot." George knelt down, gently holding her ankle and examining it carefully.
Emma felt the warmth of his hand and glanced at Anna at the door.
Sure enough, Anna couldn't hold back any longer.
"What are you doing?" Anna screamed sharply.
"Isabella twisted her ankle, I'm checking it," George explained.
"You can't touch her!" Anna was practically losing her mind. George had the audacity to touch Isabella's foot right in front of her! If he dared to be so blatant while she was present, what would happen if she weren't there? Would they just go to bed together on the spot?
Emma also knew that Anna wanted nothing more than to tear her apart, but in front of George, Anna couldn't do anything!
"I'm fine, it just hurts a little," Emma said.
George, concerned, held her, his warm hand gently grasping her arm with a mix of strength and tenderness.
"Can you stand up?" George's voice was low and gentle, his eyes full of concern. He looked at Emma as if she were the most important person in his life.
"I'll try..." Emma bit her lip slightly, trying hard to stand. However, the pain in her ankle made it impossible for her to support herself, and her body involuntarily tilted to one side. At that moment, she lost her balance and fell forward, directly into George's arms.
"Oh!" Emma exclaimed, her cheeks instantly enveloped by the warmth of his embrace. She felt George's strong arms holding her tightly.
"Are you okay?" George looked down at her, his hand gently stroking her back, trying to calm her down.
"I'm... I'm fine," Emma's voice was weak.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and everything around them became blurred, with only the breath between them growing more pronounced. However, standing nearby, Anna saw this scene, and a flame of jealousy ignited in her heart. Her face instantly turned dark, her eyes flashing with anger and discontent. Why was George so concerned about Isabella while being so indifferent to her?
"George, let go of her!" Anna gritted her teeth.
"I won't let her go," George didn't even lift his head, continuing to look at Emma.
Emma's heart fluttered, and she didn't know why he would say such words.
Anna's heart was filled with jealousy and anger, secretly gritting her teeth. She couldn't bear to see Isabella and George being so intimate; after all, she and George were the engaged couple. She thought, 'Isabella, just you wait, I'll find a way to embarrass you.'
However, she didn't know that tonight, the one destined to be embarrassed was her.
Emma took a deep breath, pretending to be strong as she pushed George away, smiling slightly, "I'm fine, really."
"Are you sure?" George didn't want to let go of Emma's hand. But seeing her so determined, he could only nod reluctantly.
"I can manage," Emma said firmly. "Besides, your fiancée is already jealous. I really can't stay any longer. Ms. Stuart even asked me to stay away from you a few days ago."
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