Finally, Emma let out a long, resigned sigh. "Alright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll help you." She glanced away, unable to meet his eyes, feeling the weight of her decision settle over her.
Kevin's heart raced with anticipation, though he kept his expression neutral. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, giving her one last chance to back out, his tone gentle but with an underlying hint of urgency
Emma nodded slowly, her resolve firming up even as her heart pounded with anxiety. "Yes, I'm sure," she replied, her voice steadier now. "If it helps you, then I'll do it."
Kevin's sincere confession caught Emma off guard, and she felt a wave of appreciation for his honesty wash over her. She squeezed his hands gently, her eyes softening as she listened to his words.
"You didn't make me feel guilty," she reassured him, her voice gentle but firm. "I made the choice to help you because I wanted to, not because I felt pressured or obligated."
