Chapter 620 Embrace
"I got this weird feeling about you," George whispered.
Tears streamed down Emma's face again. "That's enough."
"George?" Wanda's voice suddenly echoed from the hallway. "What are you doing here?"
George snapped back to reality, instinctively pulling his hand away.
Wanda approached, her expression darkening when she saw Emma. "You again!"
She grabbed George's arm, her eyes cold. "George, let's go back. The plane's about to land."
George glanced at Emma, words caught in his throat.
In the end, he turned and followed Wanda away.
Emma stood there, watching their retreating figures, her nails digging into her palms.
George had wavered.
Even if it was just for a moment, she saw hope.
"George," she whispered softly, "I will make you remember."
She had to.
Suddenly, the plane shook violently, and a piercing alarm blared through the cabin.
"Attention passengers, we are experiencing severe turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts immediately!" The flight attendant's urgent voice came over the intercom.
Before Emma could react, she was thrown against the wall by the force.
Just as she was about to hit the metal handrail, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a warm embrace.
The familiar scent of cedar enveloped her.
It was George!
His movements were lightning-fast, almost reflexive, as he shielded her in his arms.
Emma's cheek pressed against his chest, and she could hear his rapid heartbeat clearly.
"Don't move," his deep voice commanded above her, filled with an undeniable authority.
The plane jolted again, and items from the overhead compartments began to fall.
George quickly turned, using his back to shield her from the falling luggage, his arms holding her even tighter.
Tears welled up in Emma's eyes.
This embrace was all too familiar.
In every crisis, he had always protected her like this, using his body to shield her from harm.
"George," she clutched his shirt, her voice trembling, "you remember, don't you?"
George's body stiffened for a moment.
The cabin was filled with screams, but Emma's world suddenly went silent.
She felt George's hand unconsciously stroke her hair, the touch incredibly gentle.
Just like he used to do when he comforted her to sleep.
"I," his voice was hoarse, "I don't know why, but I can't stand to see you hurt."
"George! Come here!" Wanda's shrill voice called from the other end of the aisle.
George snapped out of it, releasing Emma, but his fingers lingered on her cheek.
"Go back to your seat," his tone was distant again, but his eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions.
Emma clung to his wrist. "Don't go."
The plane suddenly dipped, and she fell into his arms.
George grunted, but instinctively cradled her head, pressing her face into his shoulder.
The position was so intimate, it felt like they had traveled back to their most loving moments.
Emma could clearly feel George's right hand protecting her neck in a specific way, a unique gesture of his.
His left hand habitually patted her back, as if soothing a frightened animal.
These subtle actions were muscle memories he had developed over the years.
The turbulence lasted for three long minutes.
To Emma, it felt like an eternity.
When the plane finally stabilized, she heard George's heartbeat gradually calm down.
"It's over," he said softly, his voice carrying a tenderness he didn't even realize.
"George!" Wanda stormed over, yanking them apart. "What are you doing?"
George reflexively shielded Emma. "She almost fell."
"What does that have to do with you?" Wanda snapped. "Don't forget who your girlfriend is!"
As the flight attendants urged everyone back to their seats, George gave Emma one last, deep look.
In his eyes, there was confusion, struggle, and a hint of something indescribable.
Emma pressed her hand to her chest, where the warmth of his embrace still lingered.
His body remembered her.
That was enough.
As the plane touched down, Emma wiped away her tears and smiled with determination.
She had found a way in.
Michael could erase his memories, but he couldn't erase the love etched into his bones.
And she would awaken that dormant instinct.
As soon as the plane steadied, Wanda impatiently unbuckled her seatbelt and strutted towards Emma's seat in her high heels. Her meticulously styled curls bounced with each step, and her exaggerated footsteps echoed sharply in the cabin.
"Miss," she looked down at Emma with a mocking smile, her red-painted nails tapping the seatback, "that was quite a performance. Playing the damsel in distress to gain sympathy?"
Emma calmly smoothed out her wrinkled clothes, not even glancing up. "Ms. Salazar, do you need something?" Her voice was as calm as a still lake, but it sent a shiver down Wanda's spine.
Wanda slammed her hand on the armrest, the metal clanging loudly. "I'm warning you, stop trying to seduce George! Do you think looking like me will make you replace me? Dream on!" She raised her voice, drawing curious glances from nearby passengers.
Emma finally looked up, her gaze sharp as a knife, glinting coldly in the dim cabin light. "Plastic surgery?" She chuckled softly, her slender fingers brushing her cheek. "Ms. Salazar, you should worry more about your own face."
She stood up slowly, meeting Wanda's eyes, their faces so close they could smell each other's perfume. Emma's was a subtle jasmine, while Wanda's was a strong rose, the scents clashing silently in the confined space.
"I heard there have been a lot of cosmetic surgery accidents lately," Emma's voice was soft but barbed, "you should take good care of that face." Her finger hovered just an inch from Wanda's nose. "If the implants shift and George notices..."
"You!" Wanda's face twisted, her carefully drawn eyebrows knotting together as she instinctively covered her nose. She had put on heavy makeup today, and the dry cabin air was causing it to cake.
"What's wrong? Feeling guilty?" Emma leaned in close to her ear, her red lips almost touching Wanda's earlobe, whispering so only they could hear, "A fake is always a fake, no matter how much it looks like the real thing." Her warm breath sent chills down Wanda's spine.
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