Chapter 196 Marry Me
As the music paused, the hall fell silent, as if even time had stopped.
George felt a strong surge of emotion. This was not just a simple performance but a meeting of souls. His intense gaze met Emma's, filled with deep possessiveness.
He approached Emma. "Beautiful."
She was so beautiful that George could never let go and wanted to compete with Michael.
He gently took Emma's hand, and led her away from the center of attention. The possessiveness emanating from George was so strong that others dared not look directly at Emma.
Yet he carefully cherished this beauty.
"Thank you for coming, Isabella," George chuckled softly, brushing Emma's stray hair behind her ear, and whispered, "Marry me. Don't marry Michael. Be my wife, okay?"
Emma deftly shook his hand away and smiled, "No, you’ll make Michael angry."
George scoffed, "I don't believe it. You're destined to marry me. I can tell you don't love him. The one you love is me."
He downed his glass of red wine in one gulp, then grabbed Emma's slender waist.
"What are you doing?" Emma was a bit flustered.
"Kissing you." As soon as he finished speaking, George lowered his head and kissed Emma's lips, causing a stir around them.
Some people recognized Isabella, knowing she was the manager of the Miss Lady brand store and looked exactly like George's ex-wife Emma. She was now engaged to Michael, who was George's uncle.
Did Michael know George was kissing Isabella?
The Russell family's relationships were too complicated.
The kiss came so suddenly that Emma was stunned, a flash of surprise and confusion in her eyes.
Even when they were still married, George had never kissed her in public. And in private, when they made love, George was as rough as a beast, never as gentle as he was now.
Her heartbeat instantly quickened, and her cheeks slightly flushed as if a flame had ignited and spread across her face.
Her mind went blank, all thoughts disrupted by the sudden kiss, her fingers unconsciously clutching her dress.
However, the gentle touch from George was like a spring breeze, soft and delicate. Her heart began to relax.
She closed her eyes, feeling George's lips lightly touching hers, a sweet thrill rising in her heart. Her hand slowly lifted, gently wrapping around his neck, responding to his passion.
The kiss grew deeper, as if expressing the unspoken emotions in their hearts. George's intense feelings surged like a tide, making her intoxicated.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally parted, Emma's cheeks still flushed.
At this moment, Emma had already sobered up. She couldn't believe she had kissed George in front of so many people and even found it hard to pull away.
How foolish she was! Had she forgotten how George had destroyed her child and Douglas right in front of her?
What had come over her just now?
Why did she lose her mind just because George lightly beckoned her?
Emma couldn't help but trace George's handsome face with her fingers.
George's face indeed made women feel intoxicated. She had been blinded by this face and had fallen deeply in love with him, unable to extricate herself.
But now she was here for revenge, and she still had to go back to Country F with Michael!
She thought, 'Emma, wake up. George is not worth your love.'
Their kiss was not only seen by everyone present but also by Anna, who was stopped at the door by the staff and not allowed to enter.
Anna never expected that one day she would be asked for an invitation to enter the Russell family's golf estate.
What a joke! She was George's fiancée. Why would she need an invitation to enter the Russell family's estate?
Besides, no one had given her an invitation.
The staff coldly said, "There's nothing we can do. It's our rule that only those with invitations can enter."
"I'm George's fiancée. How dare you stop me?" Anna angrily said.
The staff sneered, "If I hadn't just escorted Mrs. Russell inside, I might have been fooled by you. How can you lie so naturally? Stop blocking the entrance. If you have an invitation, you can go in. If not, step aside."
The staff mercilessly drove her away, but Anna could no longer hear what he was saying.
Her mind was stuck on the staff's previous words: he had just escorted Mrs. Russell inside?
Bullshit! Besides her, who else could be Mrs. Russell in the Russell family?
"I don't believe it! Let me in to see! Move aside, or I'll call the police!"
The staff was almost amused by her. Clearly, Anna was the one trying to force her way in, yet she dared to threaten him with calling the police.
Did she even know who should be calling the police right now?
The staff had already classified Anna as a troublemaker and was even more determined not to let her in. What if Anna did something bad inside?
He could lose his job.
So, the staff dutifully blocked Anna. At this moment, the piano music stopped, and George pulled Emma into a deep kiss.
As Anna saw the scene before her, she was shocked.
'What the hell? How dare she!' Anna roared in her heart, her face turning pale.
George had never kissed her in public, but now he was kissing that bitch Isabella in front of everyone.
Isabella's elegance and composure became unbearably glaring in her eyes. Isabella's very existence was the biggest provocation to her feelings.
Anna's heart was filled with hate and jealousy, an invisible force surging deep within her.
Anna's anger spread so intensely that she had only one thought: Isabella had to disappear!
Her emotions growing more intense, like a bomb about to explode, ready to lose control at any moment.
She took a sudden step forward, ready to charge into the hall. The staff tried to stop her but was frightened back by the murderous look on Anna's face.
He was just an employee; there was no need to risk his life against a lunatic like Anna.
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