That was the last thing Emilio would have ever expected Cornelia to tell him.
Did she- did she really still–
His cheeks turned beet red, and he didn't know how to feel about this. His head was telling him this crazy woman couldn't possibly be in love with him. How could someone who did what she did love him? She abandoned him, for luna's sake. And now she was confessing her feelings? Now she was telling him she was still in love with him even after all this time?
Did she think of him as some sort of idiotic, naive fool?
On the other hand, he felt like screaming on a rooftop. She said she had feelings for him. That she still loved him.
His heart yearned to believe her, while his mind screamed at him not to fall for it.
He stood there, looking like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move and speak.
