Lord Emerson’s POV
After she left, I couldn’t eat. I felt something was wrong with her, and out of concern, I left Dorothy at the table and made my way to her room. I should have knocked, but I didn’t, and that was a mistake I greatly regret.
When I stepped into her room, I was stunned to see her slipping her hand out of her pants, but it was already too late; I had caught her in the act. Emma was m**********g.
My feet got stuck to the ground as I tried to process what was going on, also watching her cover herself with the blankets. She wasn’t naked, but out of embarrassment, she covered herself up to her face.
“Please leave,” she pleaded with her head covered in the blanket, but I couldn’t take a step. Images of what I just saw kept playing in my head, and a hard gulp passed down my
