Chapter 438 Searching
The old, bloodstained coat had long been discarded somewhere.
"See? No more bloodstains, right?" Michael teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Emma felt a warmth in her heart, and a smile spread across her face. She stepped closer and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts a lot. Maybe if you blow on it, I'll feel better." Michael, who was usually the cold and domineering CEO, now looked as innocent as a kitten in front of Emma.
Emma couldn't help but chuckle at his words, feeling a sweet warmth inside. She leaned in closer to Michael, gently blowing on his injured arm, her eyes filled with tender concern.
"Does that feel better?"
"Much better, it's like magic." Michael's eyes sparkled as he spoke with mock seriousness. The sweet, intimate atmosphere between them made the small infirmary feel incredibly warm.
"I really appreciate you, Emma." Michael instinctively took Emma's hand, his heart full of love for her. He hoped she understood that he didn't want her to leave him for any reason and wanted to hold onto this warm moment.
"Me too." Emma's face flushed slightly as she felt the warmth of his hand, a ripple of emotion in her heart. Being with Michael often made her feel as warm and safe as being at home, though a voice deep inside her sometimes reminded her that something was missing.
At times, she felt confused, unable to distinguish whether the man in front of her was Michael or the George who had once caused her so much pain. But she forced herself to ignore those complex feelings because, in her mind, Michael was her perfect protector, always treating her as the most important person in his life.
"Emma, there's something I want to do." Michael's eyes showed determination. He didn't say what it was, but he knew that once it was done, Emma would fall completely in love with him.
No matter which of her personalities, each would love him deeply.
Even if it meant deception, he had to do it.
"What is it?" Emma asked curiously as she continued to blow gently on his arm.
"It's a secret." Michael replied mysteriously.
It wasn't the right time yet.
Just a little longer, and Emma would know.
While the infirmary was filled with warmth and intimacy, the competition venue was still tense.
Phoenix was surrounded by disdainful looks, as if her accusations against Emma were nonsense. The event organizers decided to take immediate action. Valentin announced with a stern face, "Phoenix, you are accused of plagiarism. Your infringement has been exposed, and we will report this to the police."
The police arrived quickly, and Phoenix was forcibly taken away. She cursed angrily, "I'm not afraid of you! Let me go! So what if I used someone else's design? I didn't profit from it. What right do you have to arrest me?"
The police car sped towards the station, her shouts echoing inside. Suddenly, a luxurious car blocked their path, drawing everyone's attention.
The window rolled down, revealing the stern face of a prominent politician who had shown interest in Phoenix the day before. He smiled slightly, his voice calm and authoritative, "Let her go."
The police exchanged hesitant glances, feeling the pressure of the politician's influence. Reluctantly, they chose to comply, releasing Phoenix without further pursuit.
Phoenix was stunned, brought back to reality by her unexpected savior. She looked at him with a mix of disbelief and gratitude.
The politician nodded slightly, his gaze scrutinizing, as if seeing through her, "I'll handle this. Next time, be more careful. I won't save you again."
His cold tone made Phoenix shiver, realizing she wasn't safe.
Meanwhile, George's car sped past the police car, heading straight for the competition venue. His mind was filled with worry for Emma's safety, driving him to see her as quickly as possible.
Upon arrival, he searched frantically but couldn't find Emma. Anxiety surged within him as he began asking around.
"Where's Emma? Do you know?"
After some inquiries, he finally got an answer, "She's in the temporary infirmary."
George's heart sank. Was Emma hurt?
Why was she in the infirmary?
His mind raced as he hurried to the infirmary.
Finally, he pushed open the door, and the scene before him pierced his heart.
Emma and Michael were so close, talking intimately, their warmth impossible to ignore. George's heart tightened, anger and jealousy swirling within him like a storm, painfully sharp. He fought to maintain his composure, but internally, he was a chaotic whirlwind nearly consuming him.
"Emma, are you okay?" George's voice trembled slightly.
"I'm fine." Emma's tone was cold, her gaze never landing on George.
At this point, she didn't care to pretend anymore.
Michael was injured. Should she not care for her lover and instead feign interest in George?
No need.
Michael, favored by Emma, glanced at George, his demeanor aggressive, "Why are you here? Is the negotiation done? Emma has me; you don't need to be here." His words were full of provocation and possessiveness.
"I just wanted to check on her." George's emotions were turbulent, like a hidden flame.
"Are you trying to clear up your misunderstandings?" Michael's words were sharp, "George, haven't you realized? There's no misunderstanding between you and Emma. She just doesn't love you. Why can't you understand such a simple truth?"
George was shaken, anger and unwillingness intertwining. He couldn't believe Michael's words, his mind flashing with countless beautiful moments with Emma. How could she leave without any attachment?
No, absolutely not! He had to ask Emma himself, "Do you really not love me anymore?"
This intense desire drove him towards Emma.
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