Chapter 63
Chapter 63: David Harper Brought The Blue Enchantress to The Airport
Emma had always loved reading, and among the hundreds of novels she had devoured, one stood out: “Pride and Prejudice.” The male protagonist, Mr. Darcy, was her favorite–proud and arrogant, charming and elegant, noble and unique. She once thought there was a hint of Darcy in Luc–noble, profound, and aloof–which made her swoon
But that perception was merely an illusion. She had created an idealized version of Luc in her mind, a fantasy that had little to do with reality. The harsh truth was that Luc’s gentlemanly demeanor was superficial, and she was no Elizabeth wise and discerning
Dreaming unrealistic dreams and comparing herself to a fictional heroine was an insult to Elizabeth!
Ariane stood at the airport exit, growing impatient as she waited for George. Where was he? Had he vanished into thin air? Little did she know, George had taken a VIP route and was already seated in the kuurious Bentley Phantom, ready to return to his villa
As Ariane’s frustration mounted, she spotted Emma wheeling her baggage out. A sharp glint appeared in Ariane’s eyes as she muttered, “Where does her good luck, come from??
She sneered, “Your luck should run out soon. How will you face the rumors about Luc and his first love rekindling their romance? You might lose face at the hospital Maybe you’ll soon be kicked out of the Taylor family!”
A smirk grew on her lips as Emma, oblivious, prepared to hail a taxi
After waiting long enough without seeing George, Ariane guessed he must have taken a VIP path. “VIP access?” Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind “George George VIP access.
Where had she seen that name? Oh, night! Wasn’t there a prominent mention in Finance Weekly? George, the mysterious heir of the Stone Group? Every report depicted only his schouette, leaving his true identity shrouded in mystery. All anyone knew was that he had been abroad for years, remotely managing the Stone Group’s affairs
Why was he so secretive? Was he hiding an unattractive appearance? Would a wealthy heir of a powerful conglomerate teach in a remote area and
intain such a low profile? it couldn’t possibly be him!
Itin was indeed George from the Stone Group, why would he come
to
his impoverished region? Unless he had lost his mind
small Arune dismissed the thought, convinced she was mistaken. She never connected him to the Stew family of the Stone Group. Just a teacher in a down, even if he was handsome, couldn’t possibly be linked to Boston’s elite. It was just a coincidence Shaking her head, she walked out with her suitcase
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Emma pulied her suitcase to the taxi stand. As she wanted, a royal blue Porsche stopped behind her taxi, adorned with a bouquet of blue flowers known as Blue Enchantress,” their crystal–like sheen adding a faint fragrance to the luxurious car interior,
Dand had arranged for someone to inform him when the medical team from the Hope Medical Center arrived at the airport, so he arrived an hour early. eager and hopeful. He imagined how furious Emma would be when he presented her with the flowers, anticipating her likely refusal
Wet, he couldn’t help but buy the bouquet. When he finally spotted her, he felt an overwhelming urge to approach her with the flowers. But a voice in his
irned him against it, he couldn’t risk infuriating her further.
His knuckles whitened as he gripped the bouquet tightly on the passenger seat, then slowly relaxed his hold. In the end, reason triumphed over emotion. He dared not open his car door or approach her instead, he remained hidden, watching as she climbed into a tax
His eyes were deep yet dim, flied with loneliness and melancholy–a sense of helplessness washed over him. As he watched the taxi pull away, he found himself pressing the gas pedal, following her
Fucking a call from her father, Emma replied, “Dad. I’ve just left the airport and am in a taxi.”
father cheerfully said, “Good! I’m starting dinner, it will be ready when you arrive.
arks, Mom and Dad 11l be home soon †
an a distance, careful not to get too close, fearing shen
might recognize his car–a car Emma had seen before. If only he had switched
ler about taventy minutes of driving, he realized she was on the ring expressway, heading not to Back Bay but toward the Brookline housing complex
dkud her up from the airport? Did that mean they had a falling out?
Emma’s divorce, yet he couldn’t bear to see her deceived by Luc or getting hurt. He wanted to protect her, to shield her from pain, but he
After nearly two hours of driving. 16
i stopped in front of the Brookline. David parked his car in a nearby alley, lingering in the shadows. He watched as
security guard cheerfully, and entered the complex Only then did he turn his attention back to his car, preparing
messes on the passenger seat, he paused, captivated by its mystique and charm. The flowers symbolize pure love
He recalled a time when the three of them walked past a flower shop. Lisa had admired a shopkeeper trimming branches through the glass window and mentioned that her favorite flowers were red roses–sensual and passionate. She craved a love that was fiery and intense. She had asked Emma about
her preference.
With a smile, Emma replied, “The Blue Enchantress. It represents pure love, with different stem counts symbolizing distinct intentions. Eleven stems mean ‘my heart is dedicated to you‘ twelve express my love for you,‘ nineteen signifies ‘I want to be with you forever, thirty–three stands for “an everlasting
bond, and ninety–nine signifies ‘my love for you is profound and eternal.
