Chapter 295 - An Ambiguous Moment (1/2)

Emerson looked down at the woman in his arms, her face had turned pale even though she had blush on and sweat was dripping down the side of her face and neck. He leaned over worriedly and asked again, ”Are you OK?”

Avaleigh gripped onto her stomach and whispered with embarrassment, ”The bathroom...carry me to the bathroom please...”

Emerson immediately nodded his head and ran straight for the private bathroom inside Macaron's change room. There was no one inside at that moment, so he gently placed Avaleigh down, made sure she could stand on her own, and quickly stepped back outside.

”Call me if you need anything,” he said as he closed the door to the bathroom.

He then ran over to lock the door on the change room as well, in case anyone walked in. He knew this may be a little embarrassing for Avaleigh and he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door.

”President Wu, Ava, are you guys inside? Is everything OK?” Ray's voice sounded from outside.

Emerson leaned against the door and replied, ”Give us some time, Ava just needs a little bit of rest.”

Ray looked at Olivia and Nana in confusion. If Avaleigh needed some rest, why was President Wu in the room with her and why was the door locked? But, they did not question too much. After all, they did not have ulterior motives like Mimi.

”Don't forget that she needs to head back on stage in about 10 minutes!” Ray reminded before she and the other girls went to fetch some water and rehydrate.

Emerson looked at his watch and furrowed his brows. Would Avaleigh be OK to perform in 10 minutes?

Filled with concern, he walked over to the bathroom door and tapped on it gently, ”Ava, are you OK? Will you be able to head back on stage?”

Just as he leaned against the door to hear the woman's response, the door opened and Avaleigh stepped out.

She didn't know what had gotten into her, but everything just emptied out of her stomach. The cramps were now gone, but her body was still a little weak.

Avaleigh looked at the man with slight embarrassment, ”I'm OK now. I should be fine to return to the stage.”

Emerson furrowed his brows. This woman looked so weak and frail, yet she was pretending to be strong. Color was finally returning to her face, but her hair was slightly messy and a few strands were stuck to the sweat on her neck and jaw. Emerson grabbed onto Avaleigh's arm and dragged her over to a seat in front of the dressing table. He then pulled another seat over, sat down next to her and gently dabbed her face and neck with a tissue.

Avaleigh looked at the man's reflection in the mirror. He was really close at that moment. So close, she could feel his breaths against her cheek and they tickled her heart like a feather.

”I was really worried about you,” Emerson said sincerely beside her ear. As he spoke, he gently spun her chair so she could face him and he continued to dab gently at the beads of sweat on her neck.