Chapter 626 Mr. Russell
Emma felt a sharp pain in her heart, like it had been pricked by a needle, but she kept her cool. "Alright, Mr. Russell."
Just then, a cotton candy stand near the school gate caught her eye. The pink cotton candy swayed gently in the night breeze, like a fluffy, sweet cloud.
Almost as if guided by an unseen force, Emma jogged over and bought a pink cotton candy. She took a deep breath, turned, and walked towards George, holding the cotton candy out to him. "Want some?"
George frowned at the cotton candy in front of him, a flicker of struggle in his eyes. It was as if his mind was being torn in two—one part screaming to stay away from her, the other irresistibly drawn to the sweet memory.
"No, thanks," he refused coldly, but he couldn't look away.
Emma didn't back down, still holding the cotton candy up. "Just one bite, okay?"
George's fingertips trembled slightly, his inner resistance clashing fiercely with his desire. Finally, almost against his will, he lowered his head and took a small bite.
The sweet taste melted on his tongue, a familiar sensation hitting his heart like a jolt of electricity. His pupils contracted sharply as countless images flashed through his mind... her smiling as she took the cotton candy, the moment she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, the warmth of her nestled in his arms...
"Is it good?" Emma asked expectantly, her voice as soft as a breeze.
George's breathing became rapid, the coldness in his eyes gradually melting. He looked into her sparkling eyes and suddenly pulled her into his arms. The cotton candy fell to the ground, but he didn't care. He just held her tightly, as if trying to merge her into his very being.
"Emma..." he called softly, his voice filled with indescribable pain and struggle.
Emma was stunned for a moment, then hugged him back, her eyes welling up. "You remember?"
George didn't answer, just held her tighter. Inside, he was fighting a fierce battle... the chains of hypnosis clashing with real memories, causing him immense pain. The distant chime of the school bell startled a flock of pigeons, sending them fluttering into the night sky.
The embrace lasted a long time, so long that Emma felt time had stopped. Finally, George slowly released her, looking at her with a complex expression. "Let's go home," he said, his voice low and hoarse, as if it took all his strength to say those words.
He didn't confirm or deny it, but Emma knew that the George who loved her was fighting against the power of hypnosis.
In the shadows, Wanda clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. She watched the two embrace, her eyes burning with venomous hatred. "Emma, you won't get away with this!"
The night grew deeper, and the streetlights cast their intertwined shadows on the ground. George walked beside Emma, his gaze alternating between tenderness and coldness. His heart was like a stormy sea, turbulent and unsettled.
The campus streetlights cast hazy yellow circles in the thin mist. Emma and George walked side by side towards the parking lot, always maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
"I need to use the restroom," Emma said softly as they reached a public restroom.
George nodded, leaning against a sycamore tree by the roadside to wait. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on his handsome profile. He rubbed his temples, the conflicting memories in his mind causing a splitting headache.
In the restroom, Emma stood at the sink, staring at her reflection. Water droplets slid down her cheeks, indistinguishable from tears. She took a deep breath, gently dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "Just hold on a little longer," she told herself.
Just then, the restroom door opened quietly. Emma saw Wanda in the mirror, striding in on high heels with a sinister smile on her face.
"How touching," Wanda said mockingly. "Watching you two being all lovey-dovey almost made me sick."
Emma turned to face her, eyes wary. "What do you want?"
Wanda leisurely pulled a spray bottle from her purse and, before Emma could react, sprayed it in her face.
"You..." Emma started to shout, but dizziness overwhelmed her. Her vision blurred, and her limbs felt like they were filled with lead. Before she lost consciousness, she heard Wanda's triumphant laughter. "Sleep tight, 'Mrs. Russell.'"
Wanda efficiently dragged Emma's limp body into the farthest stall. She pulled out a set of clothes identical to Emma's from her bag and quickly changed. She adjusted her hair and makeup in the mirror, ensuring every detail was perfectly replicated.
"Even the perfume," Wanda muttered in disgust, spraying the scent she had taken from Emma's bag. "How revolting."
She checked the unconscious Emma one last time, making sure she was securely bound and unable to make a sound, then nodded in satisfaction. Before leaving, she maliciously pinched Emma's face. "When you wake up, you'll find your husband is mine."
As she exited the restroom, Wanda had fully transformed into "Emma." She adjusted her expression to one of concern and walked towards George.
"Did you wait long?" she asked softly, perfectly mimicking Emma's tone.
George looked up, his gaze unfocused. The aftereffects of the hypnosis made his head throb, and his vision was blurry. In the dim light, he could only make out a familiar silhouette and outfit.
"No," he said, rubbing his temples. "Let's go."
Wanda felt a surge of triumph as she naturally took George's arm. Feeling him not resist, she almost laughed out loud. But outwardly, she maintained Emma's gentle yet restrained demeanor.
"Is your head still hurting?" she asked with feigned concern. "Do you want to see a doctor?"
George shook his head, his brow furrowed. "No, just need to rest at home."
As they walked towards the parking lot, Wanda deliberately slowed her pace, letting George walk ahead. She greedily watched his tall figure, fantasizing about her impending victory. In the cover of night, no one noticed the malicious glint in her eyes.
"You seem different today," George remarked as they reached the car.
Wanda's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. "Maybe I'm just tired," she replied, using Emma's slightly weary tone.
George didn't ask further, just silently opened the car door. Wanda sat in the passenger seat, her heart pounding with excitement. She glanced at the rearview mirror, confirming the direction of the restroom, where the real Emma was still imprisoned, unknown to anyone.
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