Emma laid flat on her back and stared at the ceiling of her room.
She tried to talk as they got outside the hospital, but couldn't.
Just like that, he asked where she parked her car and offered to drive.
He opened the door for her and she stepped him like she was being compelled.
They drove home in silence and he told her he needed to rest.
She watched his figure left to the main house, obviously to his room next.
She did the same and was now thinking of what was happening.
Things weren't like this last night.
He was so gentle and even pleaded with her before she agreed to come.
He even used his wound as an excuse to lure her to come, but now it felt like he wasn't interested in whether she's ready to leave or not.
He didn't even ask her anything. He didn't look at her worriedly and eyes filled with guilt.
He touched her casually like they are best of friends.
