Watching Damien Sterling's retreating figure, Emma Hart couldn't help but wonder, was he truly intent on molding her into a marriage-worthy, domesticated woman?
And to learn all his preferences—she could only surmise that his actions were aimed at keeping her tied to him.
For Emma, this was not an encouraging sign. She realized she couldn't simply acquiesce to his desires.
"Hey!" Emma calls out, somewhat reluctantly, to the man striding ahead.
His casual yet sharp attire, hands in his trench coat pockets and wearing Martin boots, suggests he's out on a leisure pursuit, oddly enough, to a cooking class of all places – not exactly Emma's idea of a date.
The man halts, then slowly turns, his piercing gaze fixing on Emma. "Who gave you permission to address me in such a manner?"
His look is all too familiar to Emma, who can only roll her eyes internally to avoid inciting his anger further.
