Chapter 619 Returning to Lakeside Haven to Get Married
Suddenly, Emma spotted that familiar figure at the entrance of the VIP lounge.
George had his arm around Wanda, whispering something to her with a tenderness that stung.
"George!" Emma screamed, her voice raw with desperation, as she dashed forward, heedless of everything.
Her cry was swallowed by the airport's cacophony.
George seemed to hear something, his steps faltering slightly, but Wanda tugged at his arm, pouting, "George, hurry up, the plane's about to take off."
He smiled gently at her, then walked into the VIP lounge without looking back.
Emma was stopped by airport security, watching helplessly as their figures disappeared around the corner.
"Miss, may I see your boarding pass?" the security guard asked, expressionless.
She stared at the end of the corridor, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain.
Emma rushed to the check-in counter, her voice trembling, "Is there any ticket left for the next flight to Lakeside Haven?"
The attendant glanced up at her, "Sorry, both economy and business class are sold out."
"Not a single ticket?"
"Sorry, none."
Just then, a man's voice came from behind her, "Miss, are you heading to Lakeside Haven?"
She turned to see a middle-aged man in a suit scrutinizing her.
"Yes," she replied, stepping back cautiously.
The man smiled, "I happen to have a first-class ticket. Something came up, and I can't go. If you need it, I can transfer it to you."
Emma narrowed her eyes, "How much?"
The man held up a number.
She scoffed, "You're extorting me."
He shrugged, "First-class is in high demand. If you don't want it, someone else will."
Emma gritted her teeth and transferred the money. "Give me the ticket."
As the airplane door closed, Emma's heart nearly stopped.
Clutching her boarding pass, she walked towards first class.
The flight attendant smiled and guided her to her seat, but all her attention was fixed on the seats diagonally ahead.
George and Wanda were sitting by the window, cozily nestled together.
Emma's seat was perfectly positioned to see George's profile clearly.
Wanda giggled, whispering something in George's ear. He chuckled softly, pinching her cheek.
That gesture, that look, had once belonged solely to Emma.
Her chest felt like it was being ripped open, cold air rushing in, making her shiver uncontrollably.
The flight attendant brought champagne, which Wanda accepted, taking a deliberate sip before offering it to George, "Try it?"
He drank from her hand, then kissed her fingertips, "Sweet."
Wanda laughed, snuggling into his arms.
Emma bit her lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth.
She watched George's long fingers comb through Wanda's hair, watched him kiss her forehead, watched them intertwine their fingers.
Each scene was like a dull knife, slicing through her nerves.
"Miss, are you alright?" the flight attendant asked, handing her a tissue.
Emma realized her face was wet with tears.
"I'm fine," she croaked, taking the tissue and squeezing it into a ball.
When the plane hit a patch of turbulence, Emma couldn't hold it together anymore.
She stumbled into the restroom, locking the door, and sliding to the floor.
The mirror reflected a pale face, red eyes, and bloodied lips.
"Why?" she whispered, covering her face, tears seeping through her fingers, "George, what's happened to you?"
The flight attendant knocked on the door. "Miss, do you need help?"
"No!" she snapped, wiping away her tears, turning on the faucet to wash her face furiously.
The cold water stung her skin, but couldn't extinguish the fire in her heart.
Emma took a deep breath, opened the restroom door, and collided with a solid chest.
The familiar scent made her freeze. She looked up.
George was staring down at her, his brows furrowed.
Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.
"You..." Emma's throat tightened, her voice almost breaking.
George stepped back, his gaze distant and cold, "Miss, you're blocking the way."
Emma's heart twisted painfully, but she didn't move. Instead, she stepped forward, "George, do you really not remember me?"
George squinted, looking her up and down, "Are you the woman who's been following me?"
"I'm not following you!" Emma's eyes were red, "I'm your..."
"Enough." George cut her off, his tone icy, "I don't know why you had surgery to look like Wanda, but this poor imitation only disgusts me."
Surgery? Imitation?
Emma felt like she'd been struck by lightning, stumbling back, "What did you say?"
George sneered, "Stop pretending. You had surgery to look like Wanda just to get my attention, didn't you?"
He stepped closer, his eyes sharp, "But let me tell you, the one I love is Wanda, not some fake."
Each word was like a knife, stabbing into Emma's heart.
She clung to the restroom door frame, her nails almost digging into the metal, "George, look at me! I'm Emma! I'm your love!"
George's eyes flickered, as if something was trying to break through in his mind.
But soon, he returned to his cold demeanor, "I don't know you."
"You don't know me?" Emma's tears streamed down, "Do you know Lucas and Seraphine? Do you remember why you came to Lakeside Haven?"
George's brows furrowed deeper, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"And..." Emma reached out, trembling, touching his arm and chest, "The scars on your body, they're indelible marks."
George didn't pull away.
His gaze fell on her face, as if trying to recall something.
"I don't know what you're talking about." His voice softened, losing its cold edge.
Emma wiped her tears, her eyes resolute, "George, you may not remember me, but you can't deny our past."
She took a deep breath, "Whether you're being controlled or deceived, I won't give up on you. I'll help you regain your memory, help you recover."
George was silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Who are you?"
Emma smiled, tears still flowing, "I'm Emma, the one who loves you, the one you once protected with your life."
George's pupils contracted slightly.
He looked at her, a sudden pain in his heart, as if something was trying to break free.
"I..." He raised his hand to his temple, his brows knitted tightly.
Emma gently held his hand, "You don't have to answer now, but please believe me, I won't lie to you."
George didn't shake her off.
His fingers trembled slightly, the coldness in his eyes gradually replaced by confusion.
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