Chapter 419 Drunkenness
George's heart softened as he reached out to touch her cheek. "Why'd you drink so much? Don't do this again."
Emma smiled faintly. "Mom kept pushing me to drink. I couldn't say no." Her voice was soft, with a hint of allure.
Seeing her like this, George felt a flutter in his chest. He leaned in closer, his voice tinged with desire. "Shouldn't you get some rest now?"
Emma didn't resist. Instead, she moved closer to him, her eyes slightly hazy. "Okay, stay with me."
The distance between them closed, their breaths mingling, the air thick with intimacy. George gently kissed her lips, his movements tender and lingering. Emma responded to his kiss. The entire room was suffused with an aura of desire.
Outside the door, Phoenix pressed her ear against the door, listening to the sounds of intimacy inside.
Her face grew darker, filled with jealousy and anger, as if a fire was burning inside her. "Emma, you bitch! Why do you get George's love? I'll make you pay!" she muttered to herself.
She stomped her foot in frustration and turned away, silently vowing, 'Tonight, I must get that document. Let's see how smug you are then!'
Emma felt herself melting into George's tenderness. His kiss was passionate and lingering, as if he wanted to consume her entirely. Her heart raced, her breathing quickened, and her body responded instinctively to his touch.
But just as she was about to lose herself, a flash of clarity struck her mind.
'No, I can't keep doing this,' Emma thought to herself. She abruptly pushed George away, her eyes filled with panic and struggle, her voice urgent. "George, wait, we can't do this."
George was taken aback by her reaction, his eyes showing confusion and disappointment. "Emma, what's wrong? Don't you want this?"
Emma bit her lip, her gaze complicated as she looked at him, her voice probing. "George, do you really not care about Anna anymore? You once did so much for her. Can you really let her go completely?"
George's brow furrowed slightly and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes when he heard Anna's name. He gently cupped Emma's face, his voice firm yet tender. "Emma, I've explained this to you before, remember? I was good to her because I thought she was you. I tolerated her because I believed she was you. When I found out the truth, I realized you were the one I loved. Believe me, I've never cared about her. My heart has always belonged to you."
Emma was stunned, her eyes filled with shock and confusion. She had never known this.
So, George had explained this to another personality of Emma?
But was George telling the truth?
If he was, then what about Lucas? Wasn't Lucas Anna's child?
If they were never together, where did Lucas come from?
Lucas looked so much like George; he couldn't not be George's child!
"But you two were so close."
George took a deep breath, his eyes filled with helplessness and pain. "Emma, there are things I've never told you. Actually, nothing ever happened between Anna and me. She once drugged me, trying to sleep with me, but I resisted. I've never touched her or any other woman. My body and heart are only for you."
Emma was dumbfounded, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "What are you saying? How is that possible? She clearly..."
George gently stroked her cheek, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Emma, I know you've always thought something happened between us, but I've never betrayed you. I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't want you to get involved in these dirty matters. But now, I don't want you to misunderstand anymore. I love you, and only you, forever."
Emma's heart was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, gratitude, and a hint of guilt.
Had she misunderstood George?
Was her long-held hatred based on a lie?
No! Impossible!
There were so many news articles online to prove it.
And Mia, her best friend, wouldn't lie to her!
George had humiliated her. If she hadn't been lucky, she would have been dead by now.
So, she should hate George.
Yes! She should hate George!
But for now, she had to keep up the act.
Emma hugged George tightly, her voice choked with emotion. "George, I'm sorry. I thought you loved Anna. I've misunderstood you all this time. "
George gently patted her back, his voice soft. "It's okay, Emma. As long as you believe me now, nothing else matters. Let's start over, okay?"
Emma nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Okay, let's start over."
They didn't do anything else, just quietly held each other and fell asleep.
Emma soon drifted off.
In the dim room, only a warm yellow light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow.
Emma lay against George's chest, her breathing steady and gentle, her long hair spilling over his arm. George gazed down at her, his eyes deep and focused, as if trying to etch every inch of her into his heart.
He gently brushed through her hair, his touch as tender as if he were handling a precious treasure.
Emma seemed to sense his closeness, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, but she didn't wake. George's lips lightly touched her forehead, the kiss so gentle it wouldn't disturb her dreams. His fingertips traced down her cheek, lingering at the corner of her lips, his eyes filled with restrained desire, yet he couldn't bear to break the tranquility.
The night deepened, and the room was filled only with the sound of their intertwined breaths. George's gaze never left her, his eyes brimming with deep love and silent protection. He gently pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders, ensuring she wouldn't catch a chill.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a serene and warm scene over them. George's hand rested lightly on her waist, the warmth from his palm spreading to his heart. He closed his eyes, burying his face in her hair, breathing in her faint scent, a small smile of contentment and peace on his lips.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still, with only his heartbeat echoing in the darkness, speaking of an unspoken deep affection.
This was his Emma, and no one could take her away.
Not even Emma herself.
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