Lord Emerson’s POV
I woke up to the harsh morning sun reflecting on my face through the mirror. A tired sigh escaped my lips as I sat on the bed, moving my gaze around the room and then back at my once wounded rib, which was now healed. I ran a finger over it and couldn’t feel a thing. I was completely healed, just a tiny mark left, which I knew would be invisible soon.
Sucking in a deep breath, I ran a finger through my hair as memories of last night played in my head. A smirk crept out from the corner of my lips as I recalled all that happened between Emma and me. I felt blessed to have her take care of me. I couldn’t wait to see her because I knew she was worried about me and would be relieved to see me back on my feet.
Just as I was about to leave the bed, my phone rang, and I check
