"Damn it, wait..."
Ethan slammed his fist on the table in frustration, feeling a flash of anger. He instinctively wanted to chase after Emma and explain, but he stopped himself.
'Why should I have to comfort her? I am not wrong in what I said—what right does Emma have to meddle in my personal affairs?'
Annoyed, Ethan sat back down, yanking his tie loose.
He ruffled his hair, his fingers drumming on the table, and finally cursed under his breath, throwing his hands up in surrender.
'Fine. Maybe I was too harsh.'
He'd buy her a gift as an apology the next time she came for Phillip's lesson.
'She's so patient with Phillip, yet when it comes to me, her temper got the best of her,' Ethan internally grumbled in discontent.
When Emma returned home, she said nothing and simply collapsed on
