Emma’s POV
For the past hours, I have been crying my eyes out. I could still remember the disappointed look on his face as he stared at me. There was so much anger in his eyes, and I couldn’t bear to endure it. I lost count of how long I had been crying, and when he walked into my room, I was surprised because I wasn’t expecting him to come in.
Quickly, I got up from the bed and stood before him with a pleading look. “I'm sorry; I didn’t intend to do anything there,” I pleaded and saw a glint of concern in his eyes, but he quickly wiped it off and stared at me with his usual expressionless face. Somewhat, I was a bit relieved that his eyes held no anger.
“Come downstairs and eat.” That was the only word he said before leaving my room, and obediently, I followed him to the dining table.
