NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 287 287: Sugar Daddy!? When Did I Accept Something Like That!?!
Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...
A few moments passed before Rebecca emerged, clad in a blue cocktail dress that accentuated her curves far more strikingly than her everyday tight school uniform ever could.
Her lengthy black hair flowed freely, tumbling beyond her shoulders in soft waves.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," Rebecca said apologetically to Oliver as she approached the spot where he and Emma sat.
Oliver rose to his feet, his gaze roaming appreciatively over Rebecca's stunning appearance from head to toe.
"Hmmm... Nice." He offered the compliment. "Come on, let's head to a better place."
"Okay," she responded while he tugged her forward, departing the apartment with Emma trailing behind.
Upon exiting and arriving at the parking lot where Oliver had parked his vehicle, Rebecca halted abruptly, staring in wonder at his sleek sports car.
"Is this your car?" She inquired with curiosity.
"It is. Now you've landed a sugar daddy who'll give you whatever you desire... I trust you'll find a way to repay the kindness." Oliver answered teasingly.
Rebecca gaped at him in surprise, her cheeks flushing deeply. "W-What!? Sugar daddy!? When did I ever agree to that!?!"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, let's get moving..." Oliver kept his smile, drawing Rebecca by the hand and settling her into the back seat alongside Emma before sliding into the driver's seat and speeding away.
On the drive, Rebecca found herself sneaking peeks at Oliver now and then from her position.
She felt puzzled by the current circumstances, especially with one of her teachers accompanying them too.
Truthfully, the most recent occasion she recalled enjoying herself and sharing pleasant company was during outings with her parents.
That had been nearly a year prior, back when they could still manage outings to mark birthdays and anniversaries.
At present, gazing at the impressive car and the attractive young man who had promised to cover her father's medical bills and was now whisking them off for a celebration, she brimmed with genuine appreciation and delight for his presence in her world.
Absent Oliver's support, she likely would have abandoned her studies, taken up waitressing to survive, and forfeited any chance at completing her schooling or building a proper future.
Over the preceding months, her sole source of joy had been venturing out for workouts—at least those pursuits distracted her from her troubles.
Yet even those failed to soothe her worries, given her mother's constant fretting over finances.
Thus, with fortunes finally shifting for the better, she sensed tears welling up once more—this time from sheer happiness and thankfulness toward the dashing young man.
Catching the glimmer of tears in her eyes via the rearview mirror, Oliver addressed her sternly. "Hey now, I didn't bring you out today for tears. Remember what I said earlier? We're celebrating! And I believe you've cried plenty today... or have I got that wrong?"
Rebecca sniffled, then managed a smile while brushing away her tears. "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry, it's just that..." She hesitated, nibbling her lip. "Never mind. Thank you so much."
"Good, let's set aside all those gloomy thoughts." Oliver agreed with a nod as they continued onward.
Arriving at the restaurant, Rebecca let out a gasp upon beholding its opulent and expansive facade.
This was undoubtedly a five-star establishment right in the city's core, adorned with exquisite decorations across the structure and boasting a majestic entryway.
Numerous patrons streamed in and out of the hotel, yet not one appeared underdressed—everyone sported elegant attire and exuded affluence.
Even Emma found herself momentarily stunned by the building's splendor.
Her previous restaurant visits had been to modest spots aimed at everyday folks.
She had never stepped into such a lavish venue before.
Still, she didn't let the surprise overwhelm her.
As a seasoned individual, Emma quickly regained her poise, stepping out of the car, adjusting her outfit, and positioning herself next to Oliver.
Rebecca inhaled deeply to steady her nerves before trailing after Oliver as a valet whisked his car away for parking.
At the front desk, Oliver stated his name, and the receptionist beamed warmly.
"Ah, yes, welcome to Grand Royal Restaurant, sir. Please come with me; your private dining area awaits." The receptionist inclined her head to Oliver and led them toward a rear elevator.
Entering the lift, the receptionist selected the eleventh floor button, prompting the doors to seal.
Swiftly, the elevator rose, and upon hitting their floor, the doors parted once more, permitting the trio to exit.
The area lived up to its grandeur, and a waitress soon arrived to escort them to their reserved space.
Rebecca marveled at the extravagant decor surrounding her—even the lighting glittered enchantingly!
Reaching the dining area, the waitress indicated for them and swung the doors wide.
The interior revealed a vast chamber with expansive windows offering panoramic city views from on high.
A grand circular table dominated the middle, encircled by plush seating.
The illumination here was softer than in the halls, fostering a warm and soothing vibe.
Nevertheless, Oliver's focus zeroed in on two stunning women in alluring attire chatting by one wall.
Noticing his stare, they shifted their regard to him, their faces lighting up as though they'd spotted precisely what they sought.
One donned a red chiffon gown that bared her décolletage and barely extended past her hips. The garment artfully showcased her voluptuous figure.
The other sported a form-fitting black dress with a daring low back and a side slit that unveiled her slender, smooth legs.
Despite their bold ensembles, both maintained an air of sophistication suited to this venue.
Oliver's eyes sparkled upon viewing the pair of lovelies.
Yet they made no move to approach or speak, proceeding with their discussion and pretending Oliver wasn't present at all.
Oliver arched a brow, interpreting the slight as an invitation to engage.
Thus, he clasped Emma's hand and strode toward his acquaintances at the table, with Rebecca in his wake.
Brenda and Sarah grinned as Oliver led Rebecca and Emma over.
"Ah, you've arrived. Perfect." Brenda said softly, eyeing Rebecca. "I heard about your difficulties, but I'm pleased you're joining our celebration. Congrats on your graduation, Rebecca!"
Sarah echoed the sentiment, rising to welcome Rebecca. "Yes, it's wonderful to have you here! You know, I owe you big for all the support you gave me during my tough times."
Rebecca warmed to the enthusiastic reception from her classmates.
Though they hadn't been particularly tight-knit originally, Rebecca had consistently aided fellow students when requested. Their friendly demeanor now eased her far more than expected.
"Thank you, Brenda and Sarah. I'm thrilled to celebrate alongside everyone." Rebecca answered smilingly. "And no need to thank me—I'm glad to assist whenever possible."