Chapter 60 Sharing a Table
George's heart felt like it was on fire. When Emma dropped the bomb, "I like him," his brain just short-circuited, and a tidal wave of rage almost knocked him out.
"What did you just say?" His voice was low, dripping with shock, his eyes like daggers aimed right at Emma. Every word was like it was squeezed out through gritted teeth, loaded with long-buried fury.
"You like someone else? And you have the guts to say that to my face?" His voice started to rise, the air thick with his anger, making the whole room feel like a furnace.
George's hands balled into fists, a cocktail of possessiveness and resentment boiling inside him. The betrayal cut through him like a knife, almost driving him insane.
He ripped Emma's dress like a wild animal and bit her collarbone. Emma winced in pain, her nerves on edge, and when she had no strength left to fight back, he shoved her down.
She was genuinely terrified of George's mood swings.
When he was in a good mood, he might treat her to breakfast. But when he was in a bad mood, it could be her last day on earth.
But Emma still had revenge to take; she couldn't die!
Emma stopped struggling and lay flat on the bed. She looked into George's blazing eyes and said calmly, "George, let's get a divorce."
As soon as she said that, the air around them seemed to freeze.
"Do you even know what you're saying?" He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger, like he wanted to devour Emma. His heart was a storm of jealousy and rage, uncontrollable.
"Let's get a divorce. Did you catch that?" Emma repeated calmly.
"Don't even think about it!" His cold words slipped out from his sexy thin lips, and he grabbed Emma's chin. "You want to divorce me because of Michael? Emma, you're shameless."
George's mouth was full of endless insults.
Emma had long been used to it, but at this moment, the emotions she had been trying to suppress finally broke free.
"A woman like you deserves to be beaten to death in prison," George sneered, giving her a disdainful glance before storming out.
She felt a strong wave of nausea, her throat heated up, and blood gushed out again, but she was too weak to fight it.
The bright red blood soaked the white sheets, and Emma's life bloomed into a tragic flower.
Maybe this was her fate.
The family love she never got, the romantic love she couldn't hold onto, and the child who died young.
Emma's life was destined to be one of loneliness.
The next day, Emma lay in bed all day.
She went to the pharmacy to buy some meds for her stomach lining bleeding, changed the sheets, and headed back to Mia's place.
Luckily, Emma still had friendship; she wasn't completely alone.
Monday morning rolled around. Emma carried a freshly washed shirt to the CEO's office. To avoid attention, she specifically chose to go during lunch break.
"Emma, you're here." Michael saw her and flashed a warm smile, his eyes full of concern.
"Mr. Russell, here's your shirt." Emma smiled slightly and handed him the shirt.
"Thank you." Michael took the shirt, his gaze lingering on her face like he wanted to say something.
"I should be the one thanking you. Mr. Russell, you got splashed with coffee by Anna because of me."
"As a guy, how could I just stand by and watch a girl get bullied?" Michael's tone was soft.
Emma felt a warmth in her heart. This Michael, whom she had only met a few times, cared more about her than her husband of four years, George.
"Thanks, Mr. Russell." Emma smiled slightly, feeling a surge of gratitude.
"By the way, Emma," Michael hesitated, like he was figuring out how to say it, "When no one's around, you don't have to call me Mr. Russell. And I'm only three years older than George."
Emma was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to react.
"Okay, Michael. Then I am leaving."Michael smiled at her, "Go ahead."
Emma threw herself into her work, as it was the only way she could temporarily forget those who made her upset.
Following the client's requirements, Emma completed her design and sent it to Lisa, who was on a business trip, using the company's email. Only after finishing her tasks did Emma prepare to go to the cafeteria.
Emma walked into the elevator and coincidentally ran into Michael.
"Emma, what a coincidence!" Michael smiled and invited her, "Do you have time for lunch?"
There were other employees from different departments in the elevator, all looking at Emma with curious eyes, making her feel awkward.
"As your uncle, you won't refuse me, right?" Michael knew what Emma was concerned about and clarified their relationship.
Emma said with a slight smile, "Thank you, Mr. Russell."
She followed Michael out of the elevator, still feeling the stares and whispers behind her.
They walked out of the company together and headed to a nearby restaurant. It was her first time in such a high-end restaurant, and she sat nervously beside Michael.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city, the scenery was excellent.
"The food here is very delicious; you'll like it." Michael smiled, his eyes filled with anticipation. He often came here and knew what was good, ordering light dishes suitable for Emma's taste.
Soon, the food was served, and it indeed looked yummy.
Before they could start eating, two figures suddenly stopped beside Michael. It was George and Anna.
Their arms were linked like a pair of intimate lovers, and Emma felt the juice she had just drunk turn bitter.
Before George could speak, Anna started rambling, giving Michael an apologetic and gentle smile as she explained that incident with her own logic.
As always, she painted herself as the innocent one, with all the blame on Emma.
Michael looked at Anna and said with a sneer, "I only believe what I see. You acted like a shrew, bullying my employee at the company entrance, and throwing hot coffee on her."
Anna's smile faltered.
"Mr. Russell..."
"Stop!"
Anna was once again at a loss, resorting to her usual tactic of calling out, "George..."
George, like a robot, gently held Anna's hand.
"You said you were hungry earlier, let's eat something." He then turned his dark eyes to Michael beside Emma, saying, "Michael, mind if we join you?"
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