Leanna-Chapter 226: [BONUS] [Too Late] [My Everything]

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[Emery’s POV]

[Too Late]

All became a blur, and before I knew it, my body flew towards him in an embrace. My head rubbed on his neck as my hands wrapped around him tight.

. . .

. . .

"Uhmm . . . ah . . . it’s nice to see you too . . ." Lance detached my arms from his body and looked at me with a blank expression. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"What are you doing here, Em? Did you flunk a year and had to repeat?"

My cheeks burned red at his annoyed voice.

"I-I . . ."

I stared at his questioning eyes, unsure of what to say at seeing his expressionless face.

He is not happy to see me!

"Come on."

Lance motioned his head to follow him when he noticed all eyes were on us.

He walked ahead, leaving me rooted on my spot as my brain was messaging my heart to give up.

"What are you doing?"

Lance turned around to find me unmoving on my spot. He took long strides back and grabbed my hand, pulling me along with him.

"Move, woman!"

I did not mind his angry voice.

I did not mind he was walking too fast that my stilettoes tried hard not to make me trip.

I did not mind.

All that matter was . . .

He is holding my hand!

I wanted to do my happy-happy dance right at this moment.

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"I-I’m . . . I’m currently teaching music here . . . ," I mumbled. I was like a fresh grad, doing her first job interview in front of her soon to be boss.

"Hmm . . . ," Lance hummed in response as he browsed the menu with an uninterested face. "I see. What would you like? My treat."

He put down the menu, but his gaze was still stuck in the selection of foods.

Honestly, I did not spare even a tiny bit of attention at the menu as my eyes never wavered on his lovely face.

The way his long lashes fluttered while his face serious, looking down at the carte du jour. His facial muscles tightened and loosened. His deep brown eyes, staring at me with irritation.

. . .

. . .

! ! ! !

"W-what?" I blinked at his vacant face.

"I said, what would you like?"

His voice was clear and a little deep. Even though irritated, I still found myself bewitched by his hypnotic voice.

"I-I will be having what you will be having."

My fingers fumbled on top of my lap as I lowered my head when my cheeks burned in embarrassment.

I must look like a love-struck fangirl in his eyes.

Lance raised his hand, and the waiter took his orders.

Currently, we were in a restaurant near the university.

Lance held his tilted head as his face looked bored. "Em, are you still infatuated with me?" he asked after a minute of staring on my face.

My head snapped at him. My eyes widened as my mouth opened.

He knows?!

"You don’t have to be so surprised. You made it look so obvious, you know."

I bit my lip and lowered my head again. Not knowing how to face him. I always forgot that I ’am Emery Jansen in front of him. One of the world’s wealthiest and influential.

An intelligent and talented woman.

A beautiful, stunning lady who was the envy of every female and dreamed by every man.

When facing him . . . I was just a regular teenage hormonal girl who was experiencing her first love.

"Give up. I’m already going out with someone."

Lance’s indifferent voice made me stare at him, and that familiar sting pricked my eyes.

"Is it Jennifer Brane?" I whispered.

Lance was surprised before he nodded.

. . .

. . .

Ah . . . I’m too late . . .

Well, it was expected since the last diary entry was already a month ago.

I smiled bitterly at myself when my heart still refused to give up.

"Em, you’re a beautiful woman. Go find someone who deserves you."

My eyes stung, looking down at my clenching hands. I bit my lips to held my sobs as I shook my head, refusing to give up.

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[Emery’s POV]

[My Everything]

Lance sighed at my stubbornness.

"What do you even like about me anyway?" he asked with a snappy tone. "I’m a kid, not even a man yet. You’re even taller than me, even without your three inches’ heels. I don’t have a company of my own. I’m not a multi-billionaire. I’m not even that handsome."

Lance’s eyes never strayed on my face, watching my every expression.

I fumbled my fingers as I continued to lower my gaze. "I . . . until I met you . . . I have never done anything crazy. I was the calm, collected, prim, and proper. It was completely out of character for me . . ."

I then laughed a bit. "You are too short. Too arrogant and rude for a kid. You are too young for me. Too immature for my taste . . . Yet, all of it did not matter when you gave me that platinum card on that stormy night . . ."

My eyes shot to his, misty but determined.

"From then on, you became my whipped cream on top of my frappe. My sugar in my milk. The vanilla in my snacks. The cream in my chocolate. You are everything I can no longer live without."

. . .

. . .

Ahahahaha!

He just laughed at my hearty confession. But instead of feeling offended, I was mesmerized upon hearing his laughter that tears fell out from his eyes.

"Sorry . . . sorry . . . it’s just . . . ," Lance said through laughing, "I never heard such a tasty confession before."

After a moment of composing himself, he wiped away his tears before looking at me with a serious face.

"Em, thank you for liking me all these years. But . . ."

He gave me a long hard stare. Eyes a little pleading.

"Give up. We can still be friends if you give up."

I force a smile in turn, which did not reach my eyes.

"I can never be friends with someone I fell in love with."

. . .

. . .

"Uhmm . . . your food?"

The waiter’s voice sliced the heavy silence as he stood there for who knew how long, carrying our food with a complicated face, unsure if it was the right time to disturb us.

Lance nodded, and the foods were served. Afterwhich, the waiter scurried away in a hurry.

We did not talk after that as we eat our food in silence. Lance finished his meal quickly while I forced every bit of morsel down my throat, for I already lost my appetite.

"Em, I have to go," he said after he paid the bill.

I let him, too exhausted and upset to even care about manners. I never once let any person, except my family, to ever treat me for the reason I did not like to owe anyone.

"Em . . ." He looked at me with an expressionless face, yet worried eyes. "You should forget about me. I’m not worth it. You should find someone better."

". . . Why . . . ?" I choked. But he heard me nevertheless as he stopped midway from standing on his seat.

"Why not me?" I stared over at him.

Pleading.

I did not care about dignity, image, and all those ladylike facades anymore.

I wanted to let out these frustrating emotions bottling inside me.

. . .

. . .

Lance stared at me with a frown on his face, which made my tears fell.

"Damn it, woman! Don’t cry . . ."

I wanted to laugh when he panicked, but I was too upset to even utter a word.

Lance crossed the distance between us. He bent his body and wiped away my tears with his thumbs.

My heart tightened at his kind gestures.

I grabbed the opportunity and hugged him, circling my hands on his waist as I pressed my crying face against the comfort of his abdomen. I knew he was shocked when his body stiffened. He did not expect that I would suddenly hug him.

"Shhh . . . don’t cry . . ."

He coaxed with a gentle voice when I started to sob –– like uncontrollably. He tapped my back with trembling hands like he did not know what to do.

Eventually, he gave up in coaxing me as he let me cried my heart out.

I did not know his rejection could be this unbearable.

. . .

. . .

"Are you alright now?" Lance asked after a long silence.

I nodded my head and wiped my tears with the back of my palm.

"I . . . *hiccup . . . I’m . . . *hiccup . . . sorry . . . *hiccup . . . clothes . . . wet . . ."

Pft!

Lance held his mouth, suppressing a laugh.

"Don’t worry about it. You’re a mess."

He chuckled and grabbed a tissue and wiped away the mucus running from my nose. I was too upset to even be embarrassed. I let him took care of me like a toddler being taken care of by her mom.

"Come on up. Let’s go back to school."

He held me by the arm and forced me to my feet. His warm hand against my bare skin turned my legs into jelly, and I stumbled against his chest.

"Careful."

He assisted me to stood straight as he said, "Let’s go."

He then held my hand, leading me out of the restaurant.