Chapter 62
Chapter 62: George Stew’s Private Desires
On the other side of the screen, Lindsey’s mouth twitched involuntarily upon hearing the request, her heart filled with hesitation. What? Did she need to make the porridge herself? Couldn’t she just instruct her housemaid to do it? Why did they want her to prepare it personally?
She had never cooked in her life, and her delicate fingers were not meant for manual labor. However, she hid her reluctance well and spoke softly, “Luci understand. I will do it myself
Wouldn’t it be alright for her to hire a competent cook who knew how to make porridge and bring it over? Why did she even need to do it herself? But such thoughts were ones she felt compelled to keep from Luc.
Heating that Lindsey was willing to prepare the porridge herself for his grandmother surprised Luc, but his tenderness overpowered his shock. He knew she was doing this difficult task out of love for him. His eyes softened further as he told her, “Lindsey, thank you!” –
“Luc, why are you thanking
g me? It’s because I love you that I’m willing to do this!” This was the effect
old lady’s approval to feel secure in her manage to Luc.
Luc, with a voice as gentle as water, said. Til come find you after work.”
Tilbe
waiting—+ a kissing emoticon” she added playfully.
flect she was aiming for, she just wanted to win over the
Luc, who had been feeling a bit suffocated by Emma’s presence, now felt at ease, immersed in Lindsey’s warmth After ending the video call, Lindsey
stared at her phone, her eyes gleaming with determination. She decided to find a cook who could handle the task for her in the future.
When the sweet voice of the airline stewardess announced their arrival at Boston International Airport, Emma finally opened her sleepy eyes. She had been catching a few hours of sleep, resting her head against George’s shoulder. As she shifted to a more comfortable position, she was thankfully undisturbed, with no one else beside her. George noticed the tangled mess her beautiful hair had become and couldn’t help but chuckle
She doesn’t care about her appearance at all!
Should the remind her?
As her hazel eyes still carried the rosy hue of sleep, she noticed George on her left. His presence immediately caught her attention, Scrambling up, she nodded, lowered her head, and whispered, Mr. George, did I cause any trouble?”
George smiled lightly, wanting to say no, but that would mean he might not get the chance to see her again. So, he slightly squinted his captivating eyes, i hint of helplessness flashing across them as he pointed at his shoulder.
Emma followed his finger and noticed a water stain on his shirt. She looked baffled
What does it mean? Where did this water stain come from?
As she blinked her watery eyes, she reflected on his silhouette George had deep, oceanic eyes, and his gentle, handsome face broke into a smile, adding to Emmas confusion.
A middle aged woman seated in front rose with her husband. Seeing Emma awake, she chuckled, “The young lady is awake? Your drool husband’s shoulder”
even reached
your
Hearing the word “drool made it clear. The water stain on George’s shoulder… was it… her drool?
Emma struggled to swallow, her face turning bright red–not from love for George, but from the embarrassment of having soiled someone else’s clothes. Heccheeks felt like they could easily drip blood
She ran her fingers through her har, feeling distressed and panicky. Why was she always so careless? Last time, she hadn’t noticed the person sitting next
1 had accidentally served them food Today, she had drooled on George’s shoulder while sleeping…
Feeling externally awkward, she wished she could disappear. Could time flow backward? She wanted to make up for it. Tears of embarrassment
Wat a manute, it seemed al,
ussed something important. What was 117.
“Your husband?
that the lady had just mentored ‘your husband‘
ciclar red, like a perfectly cooked lobster, and even the areas behind her ears flushed. Her heart pounded incessantly. Thump
hether to stand or sit
eye Awkwardly, she stole a glance at George, who was busy arranging his bag and seemed completely head kept repeating. What’s there to be ashamed of? He probably didn’t hear, right? Fortunately! Thara fully he was lucky he didn’t overhear, otherwise, she would have wished for immediate invisibility.
visunderstanding)
- prepared to myplain to
aged woman, the woman had already moved ahead with her husband, waving a smile
le at Emma before parting
-No, it’s not what you think! Her desperate expression could have driven her mad
George glanced at his watch. It was seven in the evening, and a driver must have been sent to pick him up
Emma’s subtle flusters and shy movements were reflected in his amused eyes. His lips twitched into a slight grin, causing an undeniably warm laughter to spread across his face.
He cleared his throat: “Ahem… Dr. Johnson, we must leave the plane now,” he reminded her, easing the embarrassing situation like a gentle spring rain
“That… Mr. George, your shirt”
Snapping back to reality. Emma awkwardly spoke, finally gathering the courage to continue: “Could I have your contact information? I’m very sorry, I’ve made your shirt dirty. Could you perhaps take it off so I can take it to the dry cleaners? Once it’s cleaned, I can return it to you?”
George chuckled. Seeing his goal accomplished, he didn’t hesitate. He smoothly took off his shirt and replaced it with a light grey one from his bag. He pulled out a pen and scribbled his Instagram ID on a small piece of paper. Having done that, he folded the shirt neatly and placed the note on top before handing it back to Emma.
“Dr. Johnson, this is my Instagram ID. When it’s convenient, please contact me there, and I can collect it myself.”
Emma accepted the clothes, stunned, managing only a blank “Oh.”
George slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking toward the exit. His departing figure seemed ethereal, moving with the grace of a scholar, elegant and proud, like a prince from a fairy tale. His captivating image left Emma momentarily enchanted, standing rooted in place…
After a while, the loudspeaker announcement pulled her back to reality. The feeling was peculiar as if something was tugging at her.
She glanced at the note on the shirt. The elegant script was firm yet airy, simply “stunning.”
Darcy–2088. When she finally deciphered the words, Emma’s eyes brightened. Wasn’t Darcy the male protagonist of “Pride and Prejudice“?
It was one of her favorite novels, one she had read countless times. Indeed, she had always been fond of the male lead.
