Lord Emerson’s POV
“You’ve been quiet,” Austin said, but I couldn’t give him an answer. His question kept ringing in my head, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find an answer to his questions. Being attracted to her was one thing, but being in love with her was another. All my life, I have never fallen in love with a woman, and I don’t know the feelings of loving one, so I can't say if I actually love her.
“Your silence means one thing. You don’t love her; you just want to f**k her,” Austin accused, but I couldn’t counter his words and tell him he was lying because I actually don’t know what to say.
A moment of silence hung in the air until he spoke. “She is too fragile for that; you can’t f**k her and leave her like you do to other women. She might not be able to take it,” he
