Chapter 369 Sunrise
"No, it's not like that." George grabbed her hand, his eyes locked on hers. "Emma, it's always been you. I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner and hurting you. I promise, I won't let you get hurt again."
Tears streamed down Emma's face, but a smile broke through. She nodded, her voice shaky but happy. "George, I believe you."
George pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, his voice soft and soothing. "Emma, don't cry. I'm here now, and I won't let anything hurt you again."
Moonlight streamed into the hospital room, casting a soft glow on their embrace, as if blessing their rekindled love.
But a flicker of worry crossed George's eyes.
He remembered what Billy had said—Emma had dissociative identity disorder.
Right now, he was holding the Emma who loved him deeply;
But the other Emma, who hated him, could appear at any moment.
What should he do?
George looked down at Emma's peaceful sleeping face. She leaned against him, breathing steadily.
His gaze softened, as if it could melt her. He gently stroked her hair, afraid to disturb her dreams.
That night, he didn't sleep at all, just watching Emma with deep affection. He never thought he would have another chance to hold her, to protect her again. The past mistakes and hurts had kept him awake with regret countless times, but now, with her in his arms, he never wanted to let go.
Before dawn, the night outside gradually faded, and the sky in the east began to brighten. George looked down at Emma in his arms and gently called, "Emma, wake up, it's almost morning."
Emma groggily opened her eyes, seeing George's face so close, and was momentarily stunned. "George, what's wrong?"
George chuckled softly, his eyes full of affection. "Come take a walk with me, okay? I want to show you the sunrise."
Emma paused for a moment, then nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Okay."
George carefully helped her up and draped a coat over her shoulders. They quietly slipped out of the hospital, avoiding the night nurse, and stepped outside. The air was cool, and Emma shivered slightly. George immediately took off his coat and placed it over her shoulders.
"Are you cold?" His voice was low and gentle.
Emma shook her head, looking up at him with a hint of shyness. "With you here, I'm not cold."
George laughed softly, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. "That's good."
They walked to a small hill near the hospital, a perfect spot to watch the sunrise. George helped Emma sit on a flat rock.
The morning light gradually spread, painting the sky with shades of orange and red. Emma looked at the scene before her, unable to help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful."
But George wasn't looking at the sunrise; his gaze remained on Emma's face. He whispered, "It is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you."
Emma turned to him, meeting his deep, loving gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly. "When did you become so good at sweet-talking?"
George smirked, his eyes twinkling. "Since I met you, I've had so much I wanted to say, but I was too clueless to know how."
Emma was taken aback, then lowered her head, gently squeezing George's hand. Her voice trembled slightly. "George, you're so good to me, I can hardly believe it. You never treated me like this before."
George's heart tightened. He raised his hand to gently cup her face, his voice full of guilt. "Emma, I'm sorry. I was too harsh before and let you down. From now on, I won't let you suffer anymore."
Emma looked at him, her eyes welling up. "Really? I thought you married me because Grandpa forced you. I thought you never liked me."
George felt a sharp pain in his heart. He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Emma, that's not true. Our marriage wasn't forced by Grandpa; I asked for it."
Emma was stunned, disbelief written all over her face. "What did you say?"
George looked at her, speaking each word clearly. "Emma, do you remember the first day of college? You wore a white dress and accidentally stumbled into my arms. At that moment, I knew I could never forget you. Even though I didn't know you were the girl from my childhood, I couldn't help but fall for you. I even despised myself for liking someone else when I thought I loved the girl from my past. But when I found out you were that girl, do you know how happy I was?"
Emma's tears fell instantly. She covered her mouth, her voice trembling. "Are you saying you fell in love with me at first sight?"
George nodded, his eyes full of affection. "Yes. I always struggled to find a way to get close to you. After our one-night stand, I finally had a reason to ask Grandpa to approve our marriage. Our marriage was something I fought for from the beginning."
Emma's tears wouldn't stop. She had always thought George married her out of obligation and Charles's arrangement, never imagining he had wanted it all along.
Emma broke down completely, sobbing uncontrollably.
She threw herself into George's arms, holding him tightly, her voice full of both grievance and gratitude. "George, I thought I'd never have your love. I thought all my persistence was in vain."
George held her tightly, his voice low and full of pain. "Emma, I'm the one who made you suffer all these years. From now on, I'll make it up to you, and make you the happiest woman in the world."
They embraced in the morning light, their hearts finally drawing closer. The rising sun illuminated their figures, heralding a new beginning for their future.
After the sunrise, George took Emma to her favorite breakfast spot. The place was just as she remembered, warm and familiar. Emma paused at the entrance. "How did you know I like this place?"
George smiled slightly, not answering. He remembered seeing this breakfast spot mentioned countless times in Emma's diary; he had memorized her preferences long ago.
They ordered breakfast and sat by the window. George carefully placed all her favorite foods in front of her, even making sure her milk was at the perfect temperature.
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