Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 211 Love Me Once

Jason's words had this vibe, like he was about to spill some deep, dark secret.

I freaked out and shoved him away.

"Jason, let go of me."

He always seemed so polished and kind-like, super polite and gentle, never pushy.

But right now, he was a whole different person. Even drunk, Jason was strong; his arms felt like iron, and the only thing changing was his eyes.

The smell of booze filled the space between us with every breath he took, and his slightly tipsy gaze locked onto me, with all sorts of emotions swirling in his eyes.

He shook his head, his eyes darkening, like he'd made up his mind about something.

The next second, he grabbed my jaw and kissed me hard. I struggled, and he pinned my hands down with his other hand.

From the strength of his grip and the wildness of his kiss, I could feel his determination.

I remembered the first time Ethan and I hooked up on the mountaintop; I couldn't resist his strength when he was drunk.

Tears streamed down my face in panic, and I tried to kick him. But he saw it coming and pressed his leg against mine.

I finally turned my head away, and his lips brushed my ear. His breath was all over the place as he leaned against my shoulder, his hoarse and excited voice whispering in my ear.

"Emily, I love you. Give me a chance, okay?"

My mind exploded, and I struggled harder. "Jason, please, wake up. Let go of me."

I tried to appeal to his reason.

"Emily, I love you. I love you. Please don't resist me. Love me just once, okay?"

At this moment, he was numbed by alcohol, devoid of willpower, or maybe he just didn't want to hold back anymore.

Actually, Jason had confessed to me in Riverdale Falls. He'd been drinking that day too, but not as much as today. He had a small impulse that day, which I think led him to confess. He was mostly sober and rational. We even stayed in the same hotel room that night, and nothing happened between us.

He was a gentleman, and I admired him, so even though he said "I love you," it didn't change much between us.

But today, if something irreversible happened between us, everything would change completely.

Not only would things change between us, but also with Ethan.

"But I don't love you," I cried.

Jason's bitter laughter echoed in my ear.

"I know, I've always known it was one-sided. It's okay, I've gotten used to it over the years. My love for you is enough." "Jason, you."

He silenced me again with his lips.

In desperation, I bit down, drawing blood, the metallic taste spreading in my mouth.

stopped and looked

like when you were a kid, sometimes like a little

bring him back to his senses. He tore open my shirt, his burning hand

screamed in panic,

was a loud noise at the

at the

look at the door, maybe knowing who it was. Lacey froze for a moment, then slowly picked up the bag from the floor, placed it

He slapped

heavily beside

fixed my disheveled clothes and

my hand again.

I didn't respond.

talk calmly. I won't do anything to you again. I was wrong just

insist

I wouldn't condemn him to hell for this one incident. I could only see it as him losing his mind due to alcohol. I still wanted to believe

stared at the ceiling, shaking his

not a fragile

for a while, I took

wouldn't answer, but she picked

"Lacey."

way, the things I bought are for breakfast. You guys

though Lacey deliberately made her voice sound light and cheerful, I could still hear the nasal

that moment, no explanation could outweigh what she had seen

so I'll hang up

dial tone quickly

Jason had gotten up from the bed and staggered

out and

face was wet, and his shirt was damp at the chest, likely from

I grabbed them

heard Jason's voice behind me.

very calm

until I got back to my own room and closed the door that I leaned against it, gasping for

desk and opened the drawer, where I kept the sewing kit my mom

took off my shirt to sew

"Emily, what's wrong?"

me, startling me

a pang of guilt, as if I had been caught doing

so I'm sewing

sew them

unable to sleep. The pain on

a deep sense of guilt towards

I

my phone and texted Ethan:

drinking session should be over by now,

miss you too. I'm

my heart racing like a woman

a tall figure heading towards Broadway Alley, the cigarette in his