Chapter 623 Marriage
She spun around, her eyes narrowing. Emma strolled in, unhurried, with a faint smile, like she had everything under control.
"What's she doing here?" Wanda's mind raced, and she instinctively tightened her grip on George's arm, making him wince.
Emma wore a simple white dress, her long hair slightly curled, and her makeup was understated but stunning. She walked up to the counter and smiled, "Sorry I'm late."
The staff member blinked in surprise, "You are…"
Emma calmly handed over her passport, "I'm here to register for marriage too."
Wanda nearly jumped up, her voice shrill, "What are you talking about? George is here to marry me!"
Emma glanced at her, a hint of mockery in her eyes, "Is that so? How about a bet?"
"A bet on what?" Wanda gritted her teeth.
Emma's lips curved slightly, and she spoke slowly, "Let's bet on when the marriage registry system will be fixed."
Wanda was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
Emma didn't answer directly but looked at the staff member, her tone gentle, "Please help them first, I'm not in a hurry."
The staff member nodded, took George and Wanda's documents, and started operating the computer. However, as soon as she entered the information, the screen flickered and a red warning box popped up.
"System error: User's marital status is abnormal, unable to process marriage registration."
Wanda's face turned pale instantly, "That's impossible! George is single!"
The staff member looked puzzled, "Strange, the system shows Mr. Russell's marital status as ‘married'."
Emma chuckled softly, her gaze meaningful as she looked at Wanda, "Looks like fate's on my side."
Wanda turned sharply to George, her voice trembling with tears, "George! This must be her doing! Explain yourself!"
George merely glanced at her indifferently, then turned his gaze to Emma, his eyes deep and unreadable, as if quietly observing the drama unfold.
Emma met his gaze, her lips curling slightly, "Mr. Russell, shall we give it a try?"
George was silent for a moment before finally speaking, his voice low, "As you wish."
Wanda was struck as if by lightning, her eyes wide with disbelief, "George! You…"
Emma had already handed her passport to the staff member, "Thank you."
The staff member hesitated but took the document and operated the system again. Surprisingly, this time, the system ran smoothly without any error messages.
"Congratulations to both of you, the registration is complete." The staff member smiled and handed back the documents.
Wanda was completely shattered. She lunged at the counter, her voice hysterical, "This is impossible! The system must be wrong! They can't get married!"
The staff member was startled by her actions and quickly stepped back, "Miss, please calm down."
Emma put away the marriage certificate and looked at Wanda, her eyes calm and victorious, "Ms. Salazar, it seems fate has made its choice."
Wanda's eyes were red, her nails digging into her palms, "Emma! You're despicable! You must have tampered with it!"
Emma laughed lightly, "Where's your proof?"
Wanda was speechless, turning to George with a last glimmer of hope, "George! Say something! Do you really want to marry her?"
George looked at her quietly, then at Emma, and finally said, "Well, if that's how it is, let's just go with it."
His tone was so detached it was almost cruel, like this marriage was just another task on his to-do list.
Wanda finally realized she had lost completely. She staggered back a few steps, tears streaming down her face, "Fine, very well! You'll regret this!"
With that, she turned and rushed out of the marriage registry office, her high heels clattering on the floor, echoing her shattered dreams.
Outside the marriage registry office, Emma stood on the steps, the sunlight casting a soft glow on her profile. She looked down at the marriage certificate in her hand, her lips curling slightly.
George stood beside her, his gaze intense, "You planned this all along."
Emma looked up at him, her eyes clear but with a hint of mischief, "I just put fate back on its rightful path."
George was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "The hacker who controlled the system, was it your person?"
Emma laughed softly, not denying it, "Does it matter?"
George looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "What do you really want?"
Emma stepped closer to him, her voice soft but firm, "I want you."
George's eyes flickered, but his expression remained unchanged, "Even if I don't love you?"
Emma smiled slightly, her eyes filled with confident determination, "You will."
George didn't say anything more, just turned and walked towards the car parked by the roadside. Emma watched his back, a meaningful smile playing at her lips.
Emma opened the passenger door, smiling at George, "Today, I'll be your navigator."
George glanced at her indifferently, not asking any questions, and got into the driver's seat. As the car started, Emma deliberately didn't mention the destination, just rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window, letting George drive aimlessly.
The scenery outside changed from the bustling city to the shaded paths of the suburbs. George's brows furrowed slightly, seemingly puzzled by the route he had chosen. Emma's gaze swept over his tense profile, her heart beating faster… Would he remember?
The car turned the last corner, and a stretch of blue coastline suddenly appeared before them.
Dreamscape Peak Beach.
George slammed on the brakes, the tires making a slight sound as they rubbed against the sand. He stared at the distant waves, his eyes momentarily dazed.
"Why here?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a hint of unrecognized emotion.
Emma gazed at his profile, answering softly, "Because this is where we first met."
George's fingers unconsciously tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, a little girl barefoot on the beach, turning back to smile at him.
But these images were quickly covered by a layer of fog, as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button.
"I don't remember." He said coldly, unable to explain why he instinctively drove here.
Emma wasn't disappointed, instead, she smiled slightly, "It's okay, I remember."
She pushed open the car door, the sea breeze blowing in, carrying a salty scent. She took off her high heels, stepping barefoot onto the soft sand, and turned back to George, extending her hand, "Want to take a walk?"
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