Chapter 89 Misunderstanding
The tiny room's end was visible at a glance.
Lowell looked around and noticed no one was guarding the place, and the door was wide open. Just then, he heard his wife Felicity's voice from outside.
"Whose house is this? Aren't they worried about the cold with the door open like this?"
"Honey!"
"Honey?" Felicity poked her head in and saw Lowell lying in what was clearly a girl's room. Her mind went wild, imagining all sorts of crazy scenarios, even picturing herself raising their kid while Lowell rotted in jail.
"What are you doing in someone else's house?"
"I... I don't know. I got drunk with friends last night. They dropped me off downstairs, and I thought I came home. Then everything's a blur..." Lowell looked at Felicity, totally clueless.
He started to worry he might've done something bad.
Lately, he'd been scammed out of a ton of money by a streamer named Jones, so he drank too much with his buddies. How did he end up here? Felicity snuck into the room, looking around but finding nothing out of place.
Lowell's belt was still fastened, and there were no signs of a struggle. Thankfully, no crime had been committed.
"The homeowner probably didn't come back last night. Otherwise, you'd be in big trouble!" Felicity poked Lowell's forehead hard.
Lowell hung his head, feeling guilty, and obediently followed Felicity back home, closing the door behind them.
This whole misunderstanding was something George hadn't seen coming.
"Trying to hide from me? Emma, you never learn, do you?" He sneered as he called his assistant, ordering him to search the entire city for Emma.
"Yes, Mr. Russell, I'll start right away." The assistant's voice was urgent.
George hung up and sat back in his big office chair, waiting.
He'd just recovered from a serious illness, and his body was still weak, his mind a bit foggy. All he could think about was Emma.
As he waited, George couldn't fight off the fatigue. He eventually fell into a deep sleep without realizing it. The backrest tilted back, letting him lie flat and sleep.
While he was out cold, Anna walked in quietly.
She had a gentle smile and carried a delicate pastry. Seeing George lying there, his face pale, a hint of mockery crossed her mind.
"What a fool. You still don't know Emma was the girl from back then. But it saves me some trouble. Promise me, you'll make her life a living hell." Anna murmured to herself as she got closer, her manicured fingers brushing against George's cheek. Her bright red nails stood out against his pale skin.
"What a charming face. It's this face that Emma is so obsessed with, isn't it?" Anna was just as obsessed. Luckily, George woke up in time; otherwise, Anna wouldn't know where to find another guy as loyal and handsome as him.
Anna's fingers traced down George's jawline, moving to his Adam's apple. She gently licked it with a sense of greed. George, deep in sleep, swallowed involuntarily, making him look even more sensual.
A sinister smile curled on Anna's lips. She pulled out a small, clear, unmarked plastic bottle from her bag. Shaking the liquid inside, she pried open George's mouth and dripped a few drops in.
In no time, George's breathing became even more prolonged. Anna continued her actions.
Through his clothes, she found George's nipple, lightly grazing it with her teeth. Her hand moved downward, caressing the growing bulge in his pants. She held the back of George's head and kissed him.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, Anna skillfully unbuckled George's belt, reached into his underwear, and grasped his heated member. Her fingers encircled it, playing with his slightly warm scrotum.
George's penis stood erect, and Anna felt a surge of desire.
It had been a long time since she had sex with George. Every time she tried to get close to him, he would find various excuses to avoid her. But today, George couldn't refuse her.
Anna removed her underwear and sat on George's waist. Without much effort, she inserted George's penis into her body, going deeper than usual due to the position.
With the small space on the chair and an unconscious George, Anna could only make small grinding motions against the walls of her vagina.
This unfulfilling sensation made Anna even more restless. She bit and licked George's lips.
Although George was still unconscious, he began to show some reaction. His eyes opened slightly, responding tenderly to her lips and tongue.
"Emma..."
"George, who am I?" Anna's lower body clenched hard, and George groaned, calling out "Emma" again.
"Well done, George! Emma, huh? Just wait to see Emma's corpse." Anna abruptly withdrew, leaving George feeling a sense of loss, though his mind remained clouded and unclear.
Anna gave George a few more drops of the drug, then cleaned up the scene and was about to leave to find someone else to satisfy her desires.
At that moment, George's phone suddenly rang. Anna's gaze fell on the phone on the desk. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to answer it. "What is it?"
"Are you Ms. Jones?" The voice on the other end was George's assistant, sounding urgent.
"Yes, it's me. George is not available right now. You can tell me, and I'll relay the message."
"Alright, Ms. Jones. Please inform Mr. Russell that I have located Mrs. Russell. She's at the Harmony Health Institute, the best oncology hospital in the country."
"Okay, thank you. I'll let him know."
Anna was shocked and instantly understood that George still couldn't let go of that bitch Emma, even though he had promised to divorce Emma and marry her, so Emma had to be dealt with.
"George, you have a good sleep. I'll go take care of that problem for you!"
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