Lord Emerson’s POV
The next morning, Dorothy left the mansion without saying a word to me, and I didn't try to stop her. It was best she left. While seated at the table having breakfast with Emma, I could see that her eyes were fixed on the plate as she tried to avoid my gaze. Memories of the previous night played in my head, and I couldn't stop seeing them, no matter how hard I tried. I focused my eyes on Emma, who slowly and nervously ate her food. I could see that she was so shy just being close to me, and it was really cute.
“Did you have a good night's rest?” I threw that question at her, and she lifted her head to look up at me. Our eyes interlocked, and I became captivated by her eyes. “Yes,” she responded quickly and moved her eyes away.
A soft chuckle left my lips as I went ba
