Emma’s POV
When I go home, I get a massage from Jordy.
"I'll be in London with my business partners for several days. I'll be glad if you're willing to call me. And I just thought I'd tell you I'm planning on telling you something."
I’ve got many phone calls and text messages from him, but I stop myself from replying.
Instead, I content myself with reading his messages every hour or so, then swiping up to close down the app.
“Emma, do you like the clothes that I bought it?”
“I’m sorry, Emma. I didn’t mean to hide something from you. Please call me, I’ve called you many times.”
“Call me, or send me a message, Emma. I just want to preserve the fragile happiness we are building up. I just want to do all I can to protect it.”
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Every time I do so I put my phone away with the anxiet
