Emma Tremont rummaged through the wardrobe in a frenzy, grabbing a set of clothes and putting them on while she sobbed.
Declan Darcy also got out of bed and paced back and forth outside the wardrobe, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
He wanted to knock on the door several times, but each time he lifted his hand halfway, he had no choice but to put it down again.
This Emma!
In her heart, she was only thinking about Aspen Savage, nothing else!
Otherwise, she wouldn't have rejected his confession.
He had even slept with her, and she still would not accept him!
Aspen Savage, Aspen Savage, was he really that important!
In her heart, didn't she have even the slightest feeling for him?
Even a little would be good!
What Declan Darcy actually didn't understand was that it wasn't that Emma didn't love him, but that she was too scared to love him, his status and hers truly did not match.
Therefore, Emma had been suppressing her own emotions all along.
