NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 285 285: Do You Know Where Rebecca Is?

Brenda nearly sputtered out her drink upon hearing those words, barely managing to keep it from spraying everywhere.

'This guy is unbelievable...' she mused inwardly while observing the pair chatting away.

Emma seemed startled for an instant before she composed herself, adopting a calm look on her face.

"You're right. Those moments are still vivid in my thoughts..." Emma let out a sigh, a faint shadow of regret flickering across her expression. "Still, it saddens me that you vanished afterward. And with your graduation approaching, this could be our final opportunity to cross paths."

Oliver found himself at a loss for words. After all, post-graduation, years might pass without them meeting due to his packed schedule.

Yet, he wasn't ready to let things end on this note, so he responded, "No need to fret, Ms. Dawson. Though we won't bump into each other every day like in the past, that doesn't mean we'll never meet again. We can always arrange to see one another whenever it suits us."

"I suppose so...," Emma conceded, eyeing Oliver with a curious glance. "In any case, have fun at the celebration."

Oliver gave a nod and started heading back to his spot when a sudden idea struck him, prompting his question, "By the way, have you seen Rebecca around? I haven't spotted her yet."

At the mention of that name, Emma halted and faced Oliver once more. Worry etched clearly across her features.

"She's not attending." Emma replied, her tone laced with unease.

"What for?" Oliver inquired, caught off guard.

He was aware of Rebecca's passion for events like this, so her absence surprised him, particularly as the class president.

Emma shook her head. "It's something personal for her, so I'll keep details to a minimum. Rest assured, she's okay, even if she can't pursue her education further."

Those words drew frowns not only from Oliver but also from those nearby.

It appeared that Rebecca, often viewed as a cool and resolute young woman, was facing an issue that struck her deeply.

Oliver pressed Emma for additional details, but she declined with a head shake and a gentle smile.

"It's best to give her space for now. Kindly honor her privacy—it's been tough on her." Emma advised, then turned away without awaiting a reply.

Still, Oliver wasn't about to release her so simply. He caught her hand, halting her progress.

As she looked back, he met Emma's gaze directly and declared, "Could you share where she stays? I'd like to visit and check on her."

Emma hesitated to grant Oliver's wish but relented upon seeing the earnestness in his eyes. "Alright, but I'll accompany you."

"That works for me," Oliver answered, then glanced toward Brenda, Ron, and Sarah. "I'm heading to visit Rebecca. You all should wait for a ride in front of the school. Let's gather at our private bash instead. It'll outshine this gathering."

Ron's expression brightened at the suggestion. "Yeah, that idea appeals to me."

Brenda nodded in agreement too. "Absolutely. Plus, it's nearly time to ditch this dull school routine and dive into the real fun—partying through the night! Right?"

"Totally! Let's make it happen!" Sarah exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Noting their eagerness for the scheme, Oliver grinned at them and added, "Catch you all shortly. And remember to bring Maya and Aunt Linda along."

With a casual wave, he set off alongside Emma, who guided him from the structure to his parked vehicle.

Emma's eyes widened in shock at the sight of the sleek luxury sports car waiting outside.

"Hold on, is that your ride?" she questioned, clearly impressed.

"It is." Oliver flashed a grin and disarmed the locks, approaching to hold the door open for Emma. "Ready to go?"

Emma laughed softly and settled into the seat. "You've transformed quite a bit these last few months... I recall your clumsiness back then, and here you are now—every inch the charming gent."

"I can play the rogue as well..." Oliver murmured before sliding in and pivoting to lock eyes with Emma.

A hush fell over them for a beat, their stares intense and unwavering.

Their faces inched nearer until, at last, their lips met in a soft brush.

The kiss ignited a fiery passion in both, surging through their veins. Oliver ventured his tongue into Emma's mouth, teasing hers playfully.

It started with gentle touches and swirls, but soon their embrace deepened, bodies molding tightly as the fervor built.

Parting at last, they panted heavily, breaths mingling with their forms still close.

"That was... intense," Emma breathed out amid her ragged inhales, then caught herself. "If we linger like this, we'll never get moving..."

Oliver's lips curved slyly. "True, we should pause for the moment. Gotta conserve some stamina for what's ahead."

Emma nibbled her lip, fully grasping his implication.

Thus, they sped away toward the residential complex housing Rebecca and her family.

Less than twenty minutes passed before they reached the destination, thanks to the light traffic at that time.

Oliver pulled up before the structure and assisted Emma out. Together, they ascended the stairs to the third level, Rebecca's home.

Emma rapped on the door, paused briefly with no answer, but just as she prepared to try again, it swung open with a faint groan, exposing Rebecca in a simple black tank top and shorts.

Her normally neat hair appeared disheveled, and her eyes swelled red, suggesting recent tears.

Spotting Emma at the threshold, she quickly looked elsewhere, dodging any direct glance.

"Ms. Dawson, why are you here?" She inquired, eyes fixed downward.

Rather than reply, Emma shifted to Oliver, allowing him to speak.

Oliver cleared his throat before saying, "Hi, Rebecca..."

His voice prompted her to lift her head gradually, registering his presence. Surprise washed over her face, swiftly morphing into embarrassment.

"Oliver... What brings you here...?" She faltered, mortified at being seen so undone.

Sensing her deep shame, Oliver offered a warm smile and explained, "Ms. Dawson mentioned your situation, and I wanted to see how you're holding up."

"I-I'm okay..." She turned her eyes away again, unable to hold his stare for long.

Witnessing her distress, Oliver stepped forward and enveloped her in his embrace. "Won't you ask us inside?"

He held her firmly against himself, aiming to share his comforting warmth.

Yet, this overwhelmed Rebecca, unleashing a torrent of tears from her eyes.

She pressed her face to his chest and clung to him, sobbing like a lost child.

Oliver rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, offering solace. He murmured gentle reassurances near her ear, "Hush... Everything's alright... I'm with you... Just let go... I'll fix this for you."