NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 279. Do You Know Where Rebecca Is?

Brenda nearly sputtered on her beverage upon hearing those words, barely managing to keep from spraying everything out of her mouth.

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

Emma seemed stunned briefly too, then quickly composed herself, adopting a calm look on her countenance.

"Indeed. Those recollections from back then remain vivid in my thoughts..." Emma let out a sigh, a faint shadow of regret passing over her face. "Still, I'm let down 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. In truth, post-graduation, years might separate them due to his upcoming obligations.

Yet, he wasn't ready to conclude matters this way, so he responded, "No need to fret, Ms. Dawson. Though we might not encounter each other every day as in the past, that doesn't mean we'll never meet again. We can always arrange to see one another whenever it suits."

"You're right...," Emma conceded, eyeing Oliver with a curious stare. "In any case, make the most of 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, do you happen to know Rebecca's whereabouts? I haven't spotted her around."

At the mention of that name, Emma halted and faced Oliver once more. A trace of worry etched across her expression.

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

"How come?" Oliver inquired, caught off guard.

He was aware of Rebecca's deep interest in events like this, making her absence unexpected, particularly as the class president.

Emma shook her head. "It's somewhat private for her, so I won't delve deeply. Rest assured, she's okay, even if she can't pursue her education further."

Those words caused not only Oliver but those nearby to furrow their brows as well.

Evidently, Rebecca—the typically aloof but resolute young woman—was facing an issue severe enough to impact her profoundly.

Oliver attempted to press Emma for details, but she merely shook her head and offered a gentle smile.

"It's wiser to leave her be for the moment. Kindly honor her need for privacy; times have been tough for her." Emma advised, then pivoted away without awaiting a reply.

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

As she turned to meet his eyes, he gazed directly into Emma's and declared, "Could you share where she stays? I'd like to visit and check on her."

Emma nearly denied Oliver's plea but reconsidered upon seeing the earnestness in his gaze. "Alright, but I'll accompany you."

"That works for me," Oliver said, then glanced toward Brenda, Ron, and Sarah. "I'm off to visit Rebecca. You all should wait out front for a ride home from school. Let's gather at our private bash instead. It'll outshine this gathering by far."

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

Brenda nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Plus, it's high time we ditch this dull school routine and head into the world to revel through the night! Right?"

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

Noting their enthusiasm for the idea, Oliver grinned at them and added, "Catch you all shortly. Oh, 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 awe at the sight of the sleek luxury sports car stationed nearby.

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

"It is." Oliver flashed a grin and disengaged 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 now here you are—every inch the polished gent."

"I can play the rogue as well..." Oliver murmured before sliding in and shifting to face Emma, his eyes locking onto hers.

For a beat, they held each other's stare in silence, the intensity building.

Their faces inched nearer until at last, their lips met.

The instant their mouths connected, a surge of fiery passion ignited between them. Oliver ventured his tongue into Emma's mouth, teasing hers in playful exploration.

It started with gentle brushes and swirls, but soon their embrace deepened, bodies molding close as the kiss grew fervent.

Parting at last, they panted heavily, breaths mingling with rising chests.

"That was... intense," Emma breathed out amid her heaves, then caught herself. "We'll get nowhere if we linger like this..."

Oliver grinned slyly. "True, let's pause for now. 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.

The drive lasted scarcely twenty minutes, thanks to the light traffic during that time.

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

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

Her normally neat locks appeared disheveled, eyes swollen and reddened from recent tears.

Spotting Emma at the threshold, she quickly looked aside, shunning any direct glance.

"Ms. Dawson, what brings you here?" She inquired, eyes fixed downward.

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

Oliver cleared his voice and addressed her. "Hi, Rebecca..."

His voice prompted Rebecca to lift her head gradually, registering his presence. Shock washed over her features, swiftly replaced by mortification.

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

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

"I-I'm alright..." She turned her eyes away again, unable to hold his gaze 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, intending the comfort of his warmth to ease her pain.

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

She pressed her face to his torso and clung to him, sobbing like a heartbroken child.

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