Chapter 613 Kiss
The alleyway was dimly lit by the police officer's flashlight, but George and Emma were lost in each other's presence, as if the world had shrunk to this small, intimate space.
"Hey, you two!" The officer's voice broke the silence from behind them.
George loosened his hold on Emma slightly but kept her close, turning his head with a hint of irritation. "What do you want?"
The officer, seeing their intimate position, coughed awkwardly. "Sorry to interrupt."
As the footsteps faded away, Emma's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
George looked down at her, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Nice acting."
Emma bit her lip, her heart still racing. "You did that on purpose."
"Yeah," he admitted without hesitation, his fingers brushing lightly against her lips. "But I don't regret it."
As the night deepened, they found refuge in a secluded motel.
Emma sat on the edge of the bed, nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. George stood by the window, his silhouette tall and silent.
"What do we do next?" she asked softly.
George turned to her, his gaze steady. "I'll handle it."
His confidence was unwavering, as if he had everything under control.
Emma looked up at him and suddenly asked, "Why did you kiss me?"
George paused, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
"Because..." He walked over slowly, kneeling in front of her and taking her hand. "I don't want to lose you again."
Emma's breath caught.
His palm was warm, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand, as if reassuring himself of her presence.
"I once left you to face everything alone," he said, his voice low and rough. "This time, I won't let go."
Emma's eyes filled with tears.
She finally understood that the kiss was more than just an act; it was his silent confession.
Meanwhile, Wanda stood in the police station's surveillance room, glaring at the screen.
"No way." Her nails dug into her palms. "How could they..."
On the screen, George and Emma's kiss was clearly visible.
"Ms. Salazar, should we continue the investigation?" a nearby officer asked cautiously.
Wanda swept the papers off the desk in a fit of rage. "Get out! All of you, get out!"
She grabbed her phone and dialed Michael's number. "You promised me! You said you'd help me get revenge!"
Michael was on his private jet, reviewing documents, when he received Wanda's call.
"What did you do?" His voice was as cold as ice.
Wanda laughed maniacally on the other end. "I sent George a little gift! Emma's a wanted fugitive now."
Michael ended the call abruptly and turned to his assistant. "Two things: First, contact the Sunterra Minister of the Interior; second, freeze all of Wanda's overseas accounts."
"Yes, Mr. Russell."
Emma's phone buzzed suddenly.
"The warrant's been revoked?" She stared in disbelief at the police's clarification notice.
George's eyes flickered. "It was Michael."
Emma looked up at him, still dazed. "How did he know?"
"He's been keeping an eye on you," George said, his voice tinged with a complex emotion. "Since the day you set foot in Sunterra."
Emma narrowed her eyes. She knew very little about Michael.
Just as they were about to leave the motel, Emma's phone rang.
She answered, hearing frantic breathing on the other end.
"Emma! Where are you?" Mia's voice was full of panic. "I saw the news! You're wanted? What's going on?"
Emma was stunned. "Mia? What are you doing in Sunterra?"
"I'm here on vacation! I saw your warrant as soon as I got off the plane!" Mia's voice was almost hysterical. "Where are you? I'm coming to you!"
Before Emma could respond, she heard Mia's footsteps and heavy breathing. "I see the police station. Are you nearby?"
"Mia, don't..."
The call abruptly ended.
Emma's heart tightened. She turned to George. "Mia went to the police station! She thinks I'm still wanted!"
George frowned. "Let's go."
Outside the police station, Mia clutched her phone, her face pale as she stared at the electronic screen inside. Emma's photo on the warrant was clear. She gritted her teeth, ready to storm in and demand answers, when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
"Emma?"
Emma was being pulled across the street by George. Mia could hardly believe her eyes. Without thinking, she ran after them.
"Stop!" Mia shouted, drawing the attention of passersby.
Emma turned at the sound, only to be yanked into an alley by Mia.
"Mia? What are you doing?"
"Shut up! Come with me!" Mia hissed, her eyes scanning their surroundings warily. "Are you crazy? Walking around when you're wanted?"
Emma couldn't help but laugh. "Mia, the warrant's been revoked!"
"What?" Mia was stunned, but her grip didn't loosen. "You're lying! I just saw it at the station!"
George stood nearby, watching Mia coldly. "She's not lying."
Mia finally noticed George, her expression darkening. "It's you?"
She pulled Emma behind her, glaring at George like a protective mother bear. "Stay away from her!"
Emma quickly grabbed Mia's hand. "Mia, it's a misunderstanding. The warrant was fake. It's been revoked."
Mia looked at her skeptically. "Really?"
Emma nodded, showing her the police notice on her phone. Mia stared at the screen, her tense shoulders finally relaxing a bit, though her wariness remained.
"Even if the warrant's revoked," she said, casting a cold glance at George, "what are you doing with him?"
At the Maple Avenue outdoor café, Mia slammed her coffee cup on the table.
"Emma, are you crazy?" She pointed at George, who was buying pastries nearby. "Have you forgotten what he did to you? Two broken ribs, a miscarriage, you almost died in that fire."
"Mia!" Emma grabbed her friend's trembling hand. "It was all a misunderstanding. He thought I..."
"A misunderstanding?" Mia's eyes were red. "What kind of misunderstanding makes you kill your own wife? You suffered so much, and he just says it was a misunderstanding?"
"He almost died several times trying to save me."
"So what if he saved you? Does that erase all the years of torment?"
Emma looked at the lights of the Eiffel Tower. "Do you know why he helped Anna hurt me back then?"
She swirled her wine glass, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering lights. "Because he thought Anna was me."
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