Chapter 247 - Everything For Emerson

After what felt like forever, Marissa finally moved away from Danson's lips. She didn't know why, but her eyes stung a little and she could feel tears welling up inside. "Danson, I want to..." she tried to tell Danson that they were breaking up, but he suddenly pressed a finger to her lips and gestured for her to hush.

"Lie down with me. I want to get some rest," he said gently as he lay back down.

Marissa did not move, but Danson tugged on her shirt and pulled her down to join him.

"I want to..." Marissa tried to say what she was thinking again but paused when the man rolled over and wrapped his arms around her.

"Quiet, I'm trying to sleep," he said as he closed his eyes.

Marissa looked at the peaceful young man in front of her and sighed. If Emerson didn't exist, she would definitely be in love with him. But, reality did not allow that.

"Danson, I...I  want to break up..." she finally said. "This was meant to last one week, but it's almost been 2 years. I don't see us continuing like this in the long term. Especially after we grow up and move into the a.d.u.l.t world. After we graduate, you will return to help your father at his company, but I am aiming to go to university. Our lives will be completely different."

Marissa waited for a response but Danson's eyes remained closed.

Marissa shook the man gently to see if he heard her, but he didn't move. It seemed, he was asleep.

She frowned.

Left with no choice, she climbed out of bed and wrote a little note, "There is more congee in the kitchen. Eat it all and get better. After you've recovered, come to look for me. I have something to tell you."

She would have to break up with him another time.

But, after she left the room and closed the door, Danson's eyes gently fluttered open. Did he hear correctly? Was she breaking up with him? He thought things were going fine between them. Why would she suddenly come to this decision?

One week later, on the day of their graduation, Danson finally returned to school. When he saw Marissa, he pretended like he didn't know a thing and jumped straight into preparing for their graduation ceremony. She was his and he wasn't letting her break up with him.

Marissa tried to speak to him, but he continued to avoid her until the ceremony was over.

After the ceremony, everyone went to a nearby bar to celebrate. They were all 18 and had officially finished high school, so they decided to celebrate like a.d.u.l.ts.

As soon as Marissa entered the bar, she immediately went to sit next to Emerson and Danson went to sit next to Marissa. There was nothing suspicious about this since the three of them were good friends and were always seen together, but there was an indescribable awkwardness.

One of their classmates soon carried over a round of drinks to celebrate their graduation and everyone cheered. This was Marissa's first encounter with alcohol so she screwed up her nose when she drank it.

"Are you OK?" Danson asked as he handed her a tissue.

Marissa nodded her head and wiped her mouth. "Danson, there's something I've been wanting to tell you all day."

Danson frowned. He knew what she wanted to say but he didn't want to hear it. So, he raised his hand and ordered another drink to distract her, "Here have another drink with me first."

Marissa agreed and drank the second drink. 

But, just as she was about to speak to Danson again, Emerson suddenly got up to go to the bathroom. Marissa noticed a chance to speak to him on his own, so she put her conversation with Danson aside first and decided to follow Emerson.

"I'm going to the bathroom too. I'll speak to you when I get back," Marissa said to Danson.

Danson nodded, but as he watched Marissa walk away, he noticed she began to sway a little.

It was her first time drinking alcohol and didn't know her tolerance yet. So, out of concern, he quickly chased after her.

But, just as he turned the corner, he noticed Marissa grab onto Emerson's sleeve.

Emerson turned around in surprise and looked at Marissa.

She stumbled a little and he subconsciously grabbed her shoulders to support her. "Are you OK?" he asked.

Marissa giggled and nodded her head, "I'm just a little dizzy."

Emerson smiled and shook his head, "You should stop drinking. It's your first time so you don't know your tolerance yet."

Marissa hooked her arms around Emerson's neck. "Are you worried about me?" she asked seductively as she leaned in.

Emerson quickly tried to pull the woman off him, "Of course, we're friends."

Danson watched this scene and clenched his fists. His woman was acting affectionate with another man. But, she was clearly drunk and this man was his best friend so he tried to remain calm. 

However, just as he thought this, Marissa leaned forward and placed a kiss on Emerson's cheek, "Can we be more than friends?"

When Danson heard this, he felt his heart shatter. Did he hear incorrectly?

Emerson pushed Marissa away and said, "Marissa, I think you're drunk. Let's get you home."

But, Marissa pounced back onto him, "I'm not drunk. Emerson, I've liked you since the first year of high school. I've always liked you. Haven't you noticed?"

Emerson looked at the woman in surprise, "What are you talking about? We're just friends."

"But I don't want to be friends. Everything I've done was to get close to you and make you mine. I befriended Danson so I could get close to you, I made myself beautiful to attract you, I even studied hard so I could get a scholarship into Hong Kong university with you. Aren't you moved by what I've done?"

"We can go to university together and continue seeing each other every single day."

Danson listened from around the corner and gritted his teeth in anger. Was this the reason they became friends? Did she date him because she needed his money to make herself beautiful for Emerson? Was she breaking up with him now that she was done with him?

2 years. He had spent almost 2 years with this woman. But, while his feelings for her were sincere and growing day-by-day, she had used him all along!

Everything she did was for Emerson!

Emerson shook his head and pushed Marissa over to a chair. "Sit here and sober up. I'll go get Danson to take you home. You've drunk too much."

As soon as Emerson stepped away, Danson walked up to the woman and glared down fiercely at her. "You need to pay for using me," he frowned. He then lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the bar.