Emily's POV
"I've just been busy," I lied.
"With?"
"I- I stayed back in my room to sort my thoughts out."
"So you've been busy with your thoughts," he repeated, and in a way, I realized how foolish that sounded. I still nodded, there was nothing else to say. I do no work around, there was no excuse for why he hasn't seen me since after the incident at the drawing room.
"Hmm," he hummed, and his deep voice seemed to reverberate to the top of the railing.
"Need a drink? Wine is ideal when sorting thoughts out." His tone dripped with sarcasm.
"I don't. I can't take wine because of my pup." I replied, knowing he's just pulling my leg.
"It won't affect it now," he shrugged, glancing at the flatness of my belly.
"Just a taste is enough to have me chugging bottle after bottle of wine dow
