Emily's POV
He came back in a few minutes. I was still curled on the edge of the bed, my back pressed to the headboard, eyes puffy from crying. I wiped my tears quickly, but it was too late — he had already seen me.
He came closer and gently held both my hands, sitting at the edge of the bed, his brows creased with concern.
"So you’re still crying because of a minor thing?" he said softly, almost teasingly but with care. “Well… there’s nothing between me and Anna. She’s just a friend.”
He paused, as though searching for the right words.
“I was only telling her that I’m engaged now, and she asked who it was. I told her it’s you, Emily. That’s when she started regretting how she treated you. She said she never thought I’d fall for you. She didn’t know I’d want to marry you. She even apo
