Chapter 625 Body Memory
"That was incredible!" The host exclaimed, handing over the prize. "Here are your matching rings. Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness!"
After stepping off the stage, Emma's face was still flushed. She looked down at the ring box in her hand and whispered, "Just now, you..."
"Muscle memory," George interrupted, his expression already back to its usual cool demeanor. "Weren't we heading home?"
Emma pressed her lips together, swallowing the words she hadn't finished.
She held the diamond rings, her fingers gently stroking the velvet box. The stage lights gradually dimmed, and the surrounding noise slowly faded away, leaving only the warm glow of the streetlights.
"Let's walk home," Emma suddenly suggested, her voice soft but firm.
George glanced at her and didn't object. They walked side by side down the bustling street, the night breeze bringing a slight chill. Emma instinctively pulled her collar tighter, and the next moment, a warm suit jacket was draped over her shoulders.
"Thanks," she looked up, meeting George's deep eyes, which seemed to hold many unreadable emotions.
George didn't respond, just continued walking, but his pace slowed slightly, as if waiting for her to catch up.
At the corner, a little girl with pigtails timidly stopped them. "Sir, buy a bouquet for the pretty Miss?"
The girl held a large bouquet of roses, the petals glistening with dewdrops, glowing softly under the streetlight.
George frowned, about to refuse, but the girl quickly added, "Miss is so beautiful, standing next to you like a prince and princess from a fairy tale!"
Emma couldn't help but laugh, squatting down to be eye-level with the girl. "You have such a sweet mouth."
"Because my mom said, when you see something beautiful, you should say it," the girl said innocently, blinking her big eyes.
George watched the scene, his gaze shifting slightly. He pulled out his wallet and handed the girl a bill. "I'll take them all."
The girl happily took the money and stuffed the entire bouquet into Emma's arms. "Wishing you eternal happiness!" She said before skipping away.
Emma held the large bouquet, the fragrance lingering at her nose. She looked up at George, noticing his gaze was fixed in the distance, his profile softened by the moonlight.
"Do you remember?" She asked softly. "In college, I would suddenly receive flowers. I never knew who sent them, but now, I think I know."
George's steps faltered slightly, his brow furrowing. Those long-buried memories began to resurface— the campus pathways, the library corners, and her surprised smile when she received the flowers.
"I don't remember," he finally replied, his voice lower than usual.
Emma wasn't discouraged, instead, she smiled even brighter. "It's okay, we can create new memories."
Unknowingly, they had walked to their old college campus. The campus was quiet and beautiful at night, with occasional students passing by, casting envious glances their way.
"That couple looks so perfect!"
"The guy is so handsome, and the girl is so pretty, like celebrities."
"Look at how he looks at her, it's so sweet!"
The whispers reached their ears, and Emma's cheeks flushed. She sneaked a glance at George, noticing he didn't refute the "couple" label, making her heart flutter with sweetness.
They walked slowly along the familiar path, the moonlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Emma suddenly stopped, pointing at an old tree. "Do you remember this place?"
George followed her gaze, seeing a faintly visible date carved into the trunk.
His heart suddenly raced, a surge of emotions flooding his mind. Those deliberately sealed memories came rushing back... it seemed like a very important date, a day he never wanted to forget.
"I don't remember," he denied again, his voice tight.
Emma saw through him but didn't say anything, just gently touched the carved date. "Time flies."
She remembered it was the day she accidentally bumped into George's arms when she first entered college.
It was their reunion after many years.
Just then, George's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing. "I need to take this."
He walked a few steps away, and a woman's cold, hollow voice came through the phone. "George, the person you love is Wanda."
George's eyes turned vacant. "The person I love is Wanda."
"Good," the woman said before hanging up.
Meanwhile, across the city, Wanda paced anxiously in her room. Her phone suddenly rang, displaying "Michael," making her shiver.
"Mr. Russell," she answered, trying to sound calm.
"How's the plan going?" Michael's voice was gentle but carried an undeniable pressure.
Wanda clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Everything is going smoothly. George is completely under my control."
"Really?" Michael chuckled softly. "Got the marriage certificate?"
Cold sweat drenched Wanda's back. "Got it!"
"Hold the wedding soon. Don't make me wait too long," Michael's voice turned icy. "If the plan fails, you know the consequences."
After the call ended, Wanda collapsed to the floor, her face pale. She stared at George's photo on the wall, her eyes filled with venom. "Emma, it's all because of you!"
"If I can't have him, I'll destroy him!" Wanda snarled, dialing a number. "It's me. Prepare something good."
The campus streetlights lit up one by one, stretching their shadows long. After hanging up the phone, George's gaze turned sharp and unfamiliar. He instinctively stepped back, creating distance between himself and Emma.
"What's wrong?" Emma sensed his change, her heart tightening.
George's eyes were cold and distant. "We should head back." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument, completely different from before.
Emma stood there, stunned by his sudden change in attitude, feeling a sharp pain in her heart. But she quickly adjusted her emotions and replied softly, "Okay."
They walked back along the path, the atmosphere heavy and silent. George's pace was fast, as if deliberately keeping a distance from her. Emma followed quietly, her gaze on his tense back.
"George," she called softly.
George stopped abruptly, turning with a fierce look. "Miss, please don't call me that. A woman should have self-respect. Even though we have the certificate, the person I love is Wanda." His tone was cold and hard, as if speaking to a stranger.
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