Lord Emerson's POV
I was stunned to hear such words from her. I never saw her in the restaurant or took notice of her. Perhaps it's because I was just focused on Emma.
“You prefer dinner with your niece than me. How absurd,” she scoffed while I remained silent. There was nothing to say, and I saw no need to defend myself.
“I have been trying, Emerson. I have tried my best for you to take a liking to me, but regardless of what I do, you never look my way. You would rather be with your sluts than date me.” She broke down in tears over the phone, while I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “I have given up, Emerson. I’m no longer interested in you. You can go to hell for all I care.” She yelled and dropped the call on me.
Feeling guilty, I sat on the bed and thought of Dorothy. I knew
