Chapter 203 Drunkenness
"Hey, hurry up and get to the Mystic Moonlight Bar. She's not doing well," Elizabeth said, silently praying George would hurry.
"Alright, I'm on my way," George replied.
After hanging up, Elizabeth turned to Emma, who was slumped over the bar. Elizabeth gently patted her shoulder. "George is coming. Just hang in there."
"I wanna go home," Emma mumbled, her eyes unfocused.
"Don't worry; you'll be home soon," Elizabeth reassured her, though she felt a bit helpless. She hoped Emma could get her revenge soon.
Not long after, the bar door swung open, and George walked in. His tall, imposing figure and stern demeanor immediately drew the attention of many patrons. Elizabeth saw him and quickly stood up, walking over to him.
"She's over there," Elizabeth pointed to the bar. George's eyes followed her direction and landed on Emma, his worry deepening.
"Isabella," he called softly as he reached her side.
Emma lifted her head slightly, a flicker of joy in her eyes before the drunken haze took over again. "George, you're here!"
"I'm here to take you home," George said gently, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder.
"I don't wanna go home. I wanna drink more," Emma muttered stubbornly.
"You've had enough," George said firmly, not budging. He carefully helped Emma stand, draping her arm over his shoulder, and slowly guided her towards the exit.
"George!" Emma's voice was faint, her eyes filled with a mix of drunkenness and dependence.
"Don't worry; I'll take care of you," George's voice was low and warm, giving Emma a sense of security.
As they stepped out into the night, the cool breeze began to clear Emma's head, but a warmth spread through her heart. Leaning on George's shoulder, she felt his warmth and a complex mix of emotions stirred within her.
"Thank you, George," she whispered, her eyes glistening.
George started the engine, and the car slowly pulled out of the alley.
The atmosphere inside the car was particularly charged with a sense of intimacy.
As the car picked up speed, Emma noticed George's arm tensing on the steering wheel, his defined muscles making her heart race. Her gaze kept drifting back to George, and lingered on his hand, noting the absence of a ring.
"Enjoying the view?" George's deep voice carried a hint of teasing.
Emma's cheeks flushed slightly. She stole a glance at him, seeing his focused expression.
George's tone turned serious. "Emma, don't marry Michael, okay? That guy is too mysterious."
"But we've already set a date. I can't just change it now," Emma said, trying to provoke George. "Besides, I want a man I can rely on. Michael is my only choice."
"He's not your only choice!" George suddenly exclaimed.
"What?" Emma didn't understand.
"Michael isn't your only choice." George hit the brakes, stopping the car by the roadside, then looked at Emma's eyes.
"Then who else can I choose?" Emma met George's gaze head-on.
"Choose me!" George finally said what Emma had been hoping for. "Marry me, Isabella."
Emma shook her head. She wanted to marry George, then take down the Russell family from the inside.
But now it wasn't the best time. George's love for her wasn't deep enough yet.
Emma needed to play hard to get a little longer.
"No, George." She shook her head gently, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm sorry, George. I can't say yes."
"Why?" George's face showed a hint of disappointment.
He thought Isabella felt the same way about him. He believed there was no real love between Isabella and Michael, that they were together only for Seraphine.
Maybe Isabella was rejecting him because of Seraphine?
"Don't worry; I'll take good care of Seraphine. I really like her and will treat her as my own daughter," George hurriedly promised.
"It's not because of Seraphine. It's because I'm not ready," Emma's voice was low but firm. "And neither are you."
"I'm ready." George added.
"No, you're not. If I were with you, I'd be the homewrecker in your relationship with Anna. In my relationships, there can't be a homewrecker. I won't allow anyone else to be one. But right now, Anna still holds a place in your heart, so I won't get involved," Emma said calmly.
"She's not in my heart anymore."
George was a bit desperate, but Emma just smiled and looked down, clearly not believing him.
"If she needed you, could you completely abandon her?" Emma asked just one question, and George fell silent.
He couldn't answer it because he knew the answer. No matter what, he couldn't completely abandon Anna. He had once promised to take care of her for life, and he couldn't break that promise.
Was he really going to be trapped by a childhood promise for the rest of his life?
No, he wasn't willing!
"Isabella, give me some time. I will marry you! Believe me; we can face everything together," George's voice was filled with unwillingness and anxiety. "Isabella, will you wait for me?"
"I know how deep your feelings for me are, but I can't sacrifice my future for your love," Emma's voice was firm yet gentle.
George's heart was filled with loss and helplessness. He slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes showing a mix of pain and confusion. "I understand."
"George, I really care about you," Emma felt she needed to leave George with some hope. Her voice choked with emotion. "But you need time to sort out your feelings. I don't want you to regret it in the future."
"I will respect your decision," George's eyes flickered with complex emotions.
His hand slipped into his pocket, gently touching a velvet box, his heart heavy as lead.
He felt a pang of heartache. He knew that if he wanted to be with Isabella, he had to make a difficult choice. Although Isabella had rejected him, his feelings for her remained deep.
"I'll always be by your side, showing you my sincerity," George's voice was firm, but his eyes showed reluctance.
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