Chapter 459 Refusal
That evening, George had set up a romantic candlelit dinner. The food was arranged like pieces of art, and the expensive red wine sparkled under the candlelight. Soft music flowed gently, adding a touch of tenderness to the night.
"Emma, can we start over?" George asked, his eyes filled with longing.
Emma didn't even look at him. She walked straight past and knocked over the candelabra. The candles fell, and flames quickly spread, setting the tablecloth ablaze, burning away any chance of tenderness.
All day long, George had showered Emma with gentleness and romance. He sent flowers, whispered sweet nothings, and planned surprises, trying every tender gesture to melt the ice around Emma's heart.
But Emma remained cold and unyielding. Her gaze was frigid, devoid of any warmth, shattering all of George's efforts.
As night fell, George sat wearily on the couch, realizing that all his efforts today had been a futile one-sided display of affection. Emma remained unmoved, maintaining her indifferent demeanor.
George couldn't take it anymore!
He crouched in front of Emma, as humble as a beggar, his body trembling slightly, eyes filled with despair and pleading. "Emma, please say something. Even if you curse me, I just want to hear your voice."
His voice was sorrowful, almost begging.
Emma remained expressionless, as if she couldn't hear his pleas. She picked up his car keys and walked out coldly, each step firm and resolute, as if to sever all ties with George.
George hurried after her, his voice trembling slightly. "This is an island. You can't leave by car."
"Where's the boat?" Emma asked coldly, her gaze as sharp and cold as ice.
George refused to tell her, worried deep down that she might encounter danger if she went out to sea alone.
He was well aware of Emma's tenacity; once she made a decision, there was no turning back. Finally, he suggested reluctantly, "I won't let you go out to sea, but I can take you somewhere."
By the seaside, the stars were scattered across the sky, so bright they seemed within reach. The gentle moonlight bathed the tranquil sea, making the water shimmer with silver light.
George looked at Emma with deep emotion, his eyes filled with complex feelings. "Our story is far more complicated than you remember." His voice was low, tinged with endless sorrow and helplessness.
Emma kept her distance, her gaze as cold as ever.
George carefully took out a yellowed leaf from his pocket, holding it as if it were a precious artifact. The leaf was fragile, bearing the marks of time.
"Do you remember this?"
It was a token from their past, carrying their earliest memories and promises. This leaf was a witness to their past, the only link between then and now.
Emma took the leaf and examined it closely.
Though the leaf looked familiar, it failed to evoke any specific memories. Her fingers gently stroked the leaf, its texture dry and brittle, as if it could turn to dust at any moment.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck Emma's head, as if some crucial memory was fighting to surface. The searing pain made it almost impossible to breathe, like a blade slicing through her mind, making every nerve tremble violently.
"It hurts!" She instinctively clutched her forehead, her brows furrowed, her body trembling slightly. It felt like something was trying to break free, but she couldn't quite grasp it. The pain of forgotten and remembered memories intertwined, driving her nearly to the brink of madness.
Worry filled George's eyes as he saw Emma in such pain. His heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the concern and heartache almost overwhelming him. He cautiously approached, his voice trembling. "Emma, what's wrong?" Every word was laden with suppressed concern.
Seeing her in agony, he could no longer hold back. He gently pulled her into his arms, massaging her head with tender care, afraid that even a little more pressure might hurt her.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He soothed her softly, his voice so gentle it seemed capable of easing all her pain.
Emma curled up in his arms, the intense headache gradually subsiding. She could feel George's strong heartbeat, the warmth and familiarity of his presence calming her, making her momentarily forget all the pain.
But soon, her rationality took over again. She suddenly realized she was in George's arms and immediately pushed him away forcefully. The intimacy was instantly shattered by her vigilance and wariness.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, her gaze turning icy once more. Her voice was like a sharp blade, severing the last thread of warmth between them.
George reluctantly let go, his eyes filled with complex emotions: worry, heartache, helplessness, yet also a stubborn determination.
Even if Emma always rejected him, he would never give up.
At that moment, George's attention was drawn to the beach beneath their feet.
The moonlit beach was covered with colorful shells, sparkling in the silver light. George bent down, carefully searching the sand, and finally picked up a vibrant shell. He spoke softly, "Eighteen years ago, you gave me a shell like this. That day, we promised that I would always protect you."
Emma's gaze turned cold instantly, as if frozen. She remembered what Michael had told her: George was a fraud, a pretender who had stolen the identity of the boy from her childhood memories. Those words echoed in her mind, reminding her that all the beautiful scenes around her were carefully crafted by George.
"You're a liar!" Emma shouted angrily. "You're not him! I never gave you a shell! You're a fraud!" Her body trembled slightly, consumed by the rage of betrayal.
George was infuriated by her accusation. He stepped forward abruptly, his eyes filled with long-suppressed, intense emotions. He forcefully pulled Emma into his arms, her slender body seeming fragile in his strong embrace.
The kiss filled with pent-up anger, grievance, and deep love. George kissed her fiercely, as if pouring all his emotions into that kiss. It was both a punishment and a plea, carrying an almost maddening possessiveness.
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