Emma’s POV
I couldn’t explain why I said what I said, but right after uttering those words, I regretted saying them. Holding Lord Emerson's gaze, I could see a glint of pain in his eyes, but it quickly vanished, replaced by anger. He grunted, let go of my hand, and left the bed. Without saying a word or looking my way, he left my room and banged the door, making me jolt in fear.
With a nervous gulp, I sat on the bed and stared at the door, wishing he would come back so I could tell him I didn’t mean what I just said.
After a while, I realized he wasn't returning, so I decided to leave the bed. I took the stairs to the sitting room and asked about Lord Emerson's whereabouts, only to be told that he left a few minutes ago. My face fell, and my heart became heavy; I couldn’t explain why I
