NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 285 285: 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 guy is unbelievable...' she mused inwardly while observing the pair chatting animatedly.

Emma seemed momentarily stunned too, but she quickly composed herself, adopting a calm and even look.

"Yes, those moments are still vivid in my thoughts..." Emma let out a soft sigh, a flicker of regret passing over her face. "I'm quite 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. With graduation looming, their lives might diverge for years due to his upcoming commitments.

Yet, he wasn't ready to let it end on this note, so he answered, "No need to fret, Ms. Dawson. Though we may not cross paths every day as we once did, that doesn't mean we'll never meet again. We're free to get together anytime."

"You're right..." Emma conceded, eyeing Oliver with a curious intensity. "In any case, have a great time at the celebration."

With a nod, Oliver started heading back to his spot, but a sudden idea struck him, prompting his question: "By the way, any idea where Rebecca might be? She's nowhere in sight."

The mention of that name caused Emma to halt and pivot back to face Oliver. Worry etched clearly across her expression.

"She won't be attending." Emma replied, her voice laced with unease.

"What's the reason?" Oliver inquired, caught off guard.

He was well aware of Rebecca's passion for events like this, making her absence unexpected, particularly as the class president.

Emma shook her head gently. "It's rather private for her, so I'll keep details to a minimum. Rest assured, she's okay, even if pursuing her education isn't possible anymore."

Those revelations drew frowns not only from Oliver but from those nearby as well.

Evidently, the typically aloof and resolute Rebecca was enduring a trial severe enough to impact her deeply.

Though Oliver pressed Emma further, she simply shook her head and offered a faint smile.

"Best to leave her be for the time being. Kindly honor her need for space; it's been tough on her." Emma advised, then spun away without awaiting his reply.

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

As she turned to meet his eyes, he locked gazes with Emma and declared, "Could you share her address? I'd like to visit and see how she's holding up."

Emma nearly denied Oliver's plea, but his earnest stare swayed her. "Alright, but I'm joining you."

"Works for me," Oliver responded, glancing over at Brenda, Ron, and Sarah. "I'm off to visit Rebecca. You all hang tight for a ride at the school entrance. Let's regroup for our private bash. It'll outshine this gathering."

Ron's features brightened at the suggestion. "That idea really appeals to me."

Brenda nodded in support. "Absolutely. Plus, we're on the verge of ditching this dull school routine to venture out and revel through the night! Right?"

"Totally! Count me in!" Sarah exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Noting their enthusiasm for the scheme, Oliver grinned and told them, "Catch you later, then. And remember to bring Maya and Aunt Linda along."

He gave a casual wave before following Emma as she guided him from the venue toward his parked vehicle.

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

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

"It is." Oliver flashed a sly grin, disarming the locks and courteously opening the door for her. "Ready to go?"

Emma laughed lightly as she settled in. "You've transformed so much in recent months... Back then, you were so clumsy, but now? The epitome of chivalry."

"I've got a naughty side as well..." Oliver murmured, sliding into the driver's seat and pivoting to hold Emma's stare.

For a brief spell, they sat in quiet, eyes fixed on one another with unwavering focus.

Slowly, their faces inched nearer until their lips finally met.

The instant their mouths connected, a surge of fiery passion ignited inside them both. Oliver's tongue ventured into Emma's mouth, teasing hers playfully.

It started with gentle touches and swirls, but soon their embrace grew fervent as they molded their forms closer.

Parting at last, they panted heavily, their breaths mingling as chests rose and fell in unison.

"That was... intense," Emma breathed out amid her heaves, then caught herself. "Staying put like this means we won't make any progress..."

In reply, Oliver grinned. "Agreed, time to pause. Gotta conserve some stamina for what's ahead."

Emma nibbled her lip, fully grasping the implication behind his statement.

Thus, they set off in the car toward the residential towers where Rebecca shared a home with her folks.

Thanks to the light traffic that evening, they reached the destination in under twenty minutes.

Pulling up to the structure, Oliver parked and assisted Emma out. Together, they ascended the steps to the third level, Rebecca's dwelling.

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

Her normally neat locks appeared disheveled, and her eyes bore the redness and swelling of recent tears.

Spotting Emma at the threshold, she quickly looked elsewhere, shunning direct contact.

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

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

Clearing his voice, Oliver addressed her. "Hi, Rebecca..."

His voice prompted Rebecca to lift her head gradually, spotting him there. Shock washed over her features, swiftly morphing into embarrassment.

"Oliver... What brings you...?" She faltered, mortified by her current appearance in his presence.

Sensing her deep humiliation, Oliver mustered a warm smile and explained, "Ms. Dawson mentioned your situation, and I came to check on you."

"I- I'm okay..." She directed her eyes away again, unable to hold his for extended moments.

Witnessing her distress, Oliver stepped forward instinctively, encircling her in his embrace. "Won't you let us inside?"

Clasping her firmly to him, he aimed to offer solace through his comforting presence.

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

She pressed her face into his torso, clinging to him tightly while sobbing like a young child.

Gently, Oliver rubbed her back and ran fingers through her hair to ease her pain. Softly, he murmured reassurances near her ear, "Shh... Everything's alright... I'm with you... Unwind... I'll sort this out for you."