Chapter 621 Acting
Wanda shoved Emma hard, making her stumble back and hit the armrest of a seat. "You liar! You're the one who had plastic surgery! George already checked you out, you..." Her voice was so shrill it almost cracked, and her carefully maintained image of a lady was shattered in an instant.
"Ma'am!" A flight attendant hurried over, stepping between them with a firm but professional smile. "Please return to your seat. We're about to land."
Wanda shot Emma a venomous glare, her heavily mascaraed eyes looking particularly menacing under the cabin lights. "Just you wait!" She turned and deliberately bumped Emma with her shoulder, leaving a red mark from her rhinestone-studded strap.
Emma had anticipated this and sidestepped gracefully. Wanda stumbled, her high heel twisting, nearly sending her sprawling into the aisle. She clutched a seat for support, her meticulously styled curls now a mess around her face.
"Careful, Ms. Salazar," Emma said with a smile, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "It would be a shame to damage that nose job." Her voice was perfectly pitched to be heard by several rows of passengers.
Under the flight attendant's repeated urging, Wanda had no choice but to return to her seat, seething. She plopped down heavily, fastening her seatbelt with a loud click, drawing a puzzled glance from George.
For the rest of the flight, Wanda doubled down on her displays of affection. She channeled all her earlier anger into possessiveness over George, making sure everyone in the cabin saw their intimacy.
"George, I'm so scared," she cooed, practically draping herself over him, her overly perfumed hair brushing his chin. "That turbulence was terrifying." Her voice was sickly sweet, a stark contrast to her earlier fury.
George stiffened almost imperceptibly, his eyes flicking to the back row. When he saw Emma's calm profile, he subtly pulled away. "Buckle up."
Seeing that George didn't push her away, Wanda became even more brazen. She leaned her head on his shoulder, tracing circles on his chest with her finger. "George, I'm feeling so dizzy."
George frowned slightly but still patted her back gently. "Rest for a bit." His voice was kind but carried a hint of detachment.
Wanda shot a triumphant glance at Emma, raising her voice. "You're so good to me." She grabbed George's hand, intertwining their fingers, and shook them for show.
Emma watched quietly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips. She elegantly sipped the coffee the flight attendant had brought, her gaze never leaving their clasped hands.
George's fingers tightened slightly, as if wanting to pull away, but he stopped under Wanda's insistence. His eyes flicked to Emma, seeing her serene expression, and a wave of irritation washed over him.
As the plane prepared to land, Wanda leaned close to George's ear, her red lips almost touching his earlobe. "George, let's go to your favorite restaurant tonight, okay?" Her voice was syrupy, each word deliberately loud enough for the back row to hear.
George responded with a noncommittal "Sure," his gaze drifting to the window, as if trying to escape something.
Wanda smiled smugly, casting a victorious look at Emma.
When the plane finally came to a stop, passengers began to gather their belongings. Wanda eagerly clung to George's arm, practically glued to his side. "Let's go, darling."
George allowed himself to be led, but as they passed Emma's seat, he hesitated for a moment.
Their eyes met.
Emma looked at him steadily, her gaze devoid of anger or jealousy, only a hidden emotion that seemed like waiting, or perhaps a farewell.
George's Adam's apple bobbed as if he wanted to say something, but he pressed his lips together.
Wanda noticed his hesitation and tugged his arm. "George?"
George looked away, letting her pull him along. His posture was upright and cold, as if that brief pause had never happened.
Emma watched them walk away until they disappeared down the jet bridge.
She slowly turned her gaze back, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her coffee cup, the liquid inside long since cold.
"George," she whispered to herself, her voice so low only she could hear, "your body remembers me, but what about your heart?"
Outside the plane, the runway was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.
This battle had only just begun.
After disembarking, George and Wanda headed straight to the Russell Villa. Wanda was in an exceptionally good mood, clinging to George's arm and occasionally cooing in a sugary voice, as if the earlier conflict on the plane had never happened. George maintained a distant demeanor, allowing her to hold onto him but rarely responding to her affection.
As the car pulled into the gates of the Russell Villa, Wanda's eyes lit up. She silently vowed to secure her place as the lady of the house this time.
"George, you're finally back!" Scarlett rushed out as soon as she heard the car. She wore an elegant gown, her face beaming with a loving smile, though her eyes briefly flicked over Wanda with a hint of approval.
"Mom," George greeted her coolly, his tone revealing little emotion.
"Hello!" Wanda quickly released George's arm and stepped forward, warmly taking Scarlett's hand. "You look stunning today. That dress really suits you!"
Scarlett's face lit up at the compliment, patting Wanda's hand. "You sure know how to talk. Come in and sit."
The three of them entered the living room, where a servant promptly brought out tea and snacks. Wanda sat obediently next to Scarlett, pouring her tea and attentively asking about her preferences. Her performance was flawless, as if she were born to be the Russell family's daughter-in-law.
"I brought you a gift from my trip," Wanda said, taking out a beautifully wrapped box from her bag, her smile sweet. "It's a limited-edition bracelet. I heard you love collecting gemstones, so I had it brought over."
Scarlett's eyes sparkled as she eagerly opened the box, revealing a jade-green bracelet nestled in velvet. Its luster was rich and smooth, clearly valuable. She beamed with delight. "Wanda, you're so thoughtful! This bracelet must have cost a fortune."
Wanda waved her hand modestly. "As long as you like it, it's worth every penny."
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