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.

slowly stopped and looked at

just like when you were a kid, sometimes like a little cat

open my shirt,

in panic,

loud

Lacey standing dumbfounded at the bedroom door, the noise from something she had

at the door, maybe knowing who it was. Lacey froze for a moment, then slowly picked up the bag from the floor, placed it on the table, and fled. Jason stared at me, his chest heaving

I doing?" He slapped himself. "What

collapsed heavily

my disheveled clothes

my hand again. "Emily,

I didn't respond.

I won't do anything to you again. I

insist on

this one incident. I could only see it as him losing his mind due to alcohol. I still wanted to believe he was a gentleman. "Call Lacey. She ran out so impulsively just now, I'm worried something might

at the ceiling, shaking

fragile woman.

hesitating for a while, I took out my phone and called

answer, but she

"Lacey."

the things I bought are for breakfast. You guys

deliberately made her voice sound light and cheerful, I could still hear the nasal tone that came

outweigh what she had seen with her

I'll

dial tone

Jason had gotten up from the

out and collapsed onto the

his shirt was damp at the chest, likely from splashing cold water

the bed, I grabbed them

ran to the door, I heard Jason's

was very

of his room even faster. It wasn't until I got back to my

I walked to my desk and opened the drawer,

my shirt to sew

"Emily, what's wrong?"

behind me, startling me and causing me

felt a pang of guilt, as if

fell off, so I'm sewing them

sew them up and

buttons, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The

felt a deep sense of guilt towards

at that moment, I found

and texted Ethan: [I miss

should be over by now, right?

surprise, he replied quickly: [I miss you too. I'm almost at your

downstairs, my heart racing

Alley, the cigarette in his hand glowing in the