Emma's POV
I was seated in the living room, waiting for Lord Emerson. I knew I went too far with my prank, and I needed to apologize to him for that. After hours of waiting, I heard his car drive into the yard, and I quickly got up. I stood in place, waiting for him. After a moment, he walked into the sitting room and looked at me.
“You're back,” I spoke with a gulp, and he didn't give a response. Instead, he just shot a cold glance at me, making me more anxious. A moment of silence hung in the air as I didn't know how to start the conversation. He must have noticed my hesitation and decided to speak instead.
“Is there something wrong?” He asked, and I gulped but nodded my head. “Yes,” I mumbled, and I saw him raise a brow at me. “What is it?” This time his tone was softened. I swallowe
