This only angered him further, unsure if he was angry at her or furious at himself for his current actions towards her.
Looking at her tear-streaked face, Baron Stuart got off her.
What was he doing?!
Emily Walker shivered as she sat up from the ground, her V-neck shirt torn with a large opening. She clutched the collar of her shirt to her chest, sobbing incessantly.
The two of them sat on the ground, motionless and silent, yet the whispery noises of her sobbing still audible.
It was his first time experiencing something called 'heartache'.
After an unknown amount of time passed, a black Bentley stopped in front of a private residence. Vivian Ferguson, elegant as ever, walked into the courtyard. Although she was in her forties, her inborn nobility remained undiminished from years past.
Behind the black Bentley, another private car followed, with the Walker family of three also getting out of the car.
