Emma’s POV
As I walked behind him, I noticed he was limping, which got me worried, but I didn't bother bombarding him with questions yet. We arrived at his personal room, both entered, and he closed the door, while I remained close to the door, watching him slowly walk to the couch and take a seat.
A heavy sigh left his lips as he closed his eyes and arched his head backward. Filled with worries, I stared at him, wondering what had happened. It seemed whatever had occurred was taking a toll on him.
Filled with concern, I left the door and slowly walked to him. When I reached where he sat, I knelt on the floor, staring at him while his eyes were still closed.
A nervous gulp passed down my throat, but I gathered myself and slowly went for the buttons of his shirt. I held a button and wai
