Emma's POV
With stunned and terrified eyes, I looked at him, waiting for him to joke about it and tell me that he was not actually serious. But, the stern look on his face proved otherwise. “You are sending me away?” I asked with panic and unease, and he nodded. “You need to start packing up; the driver is waiting for you,” he spoke and turned to leave, but I gripped his wrist with a shaky hand.
Slowly, he turned and looked at me for a moment, then glanced at my hand gripping his wrist. I had to take my hand off. “I'm sorry,” I whispered. He looked at me sternly and then turned to leave, but I stopped him with my next words. “I'm sorry,” I apologized with panic. The thought of leaving this mansion and not being able to be this close to him scared me.
He turned and glanced at me coldly.
