Dylan's expression turned serious. "Since you're not agitated, be a good girl and go back."
Emily balled her hands into fists, feeling complicated. "Can you tell me why you're doing this?"
Did he realise that his actions were giving her the impression that he liked her?
In fact, she didn't think that Dylan could possibly like someone like her. But there didn't seem to be any other explanation for his behaviour.
None that she could think of anyway.
Dylan stood up.
Why?
He didn't know either. All he knew was that he wanted Emily back where she belonged. "You're the wife that my mother chose for me. I don't want to go against her wishes."
Emily couldn't even bring herself to smile.
At this moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or upset.
"That's it? You want me to go back becau
