Emma's POV
Kiss Justin. I don't remember kissing him.
“Did I kiss Justin? How did it happen?” I asked in disbelief. He didn't respond; instead, he just went back to the file in his hand. Panic and fear surged through me as I pondered on his words while trying to regain my memory. I wanted to remember all that happened last night. How did I allow Justin to kiss me?
I looked at Lord Emerson, whose gaze was still fixed on the file. It was obvious he was angry, doing his best not to let it out. “I'm sorry. Believe me, I don’t know how it happened. I can't remember kissing Justin. In fact, most memories of last night are gone,” I pleaded, hoping he would understand and forgive. Still, he ignored me and didn't look my way.
A nervous gulp passed down my throat as I stared at him. I hated the
