Chapter sixty three

Chapter sixty three

Emily’s POV

The King sent someone over to fix the door but that did not help me get over the shock that he broke it with his bare hands!

His fucking bare hands! The thought of it alone scared the shit out of me.

Who wanted to be around a man who broke down things? As much as it was very rational to say I didn't, a part of me wanted to still be around him, a huge part of me .

I sighed as I watched him from my window as he paced back and forth across his garden, looking at every single piece of plant in it with an unreadable expression on his face, a deep frown gracing his features.

He would mutter something about “not being able to” or “it doesn't feel right” while pacing around.

Don't ask me how I knew, I read his lips and I could only guess that it was what he said.

I moved away from my window immediately to avoid being caught watching him, as if doing so might make me disappear into thin air and he wouldn't have to deal with whatever the hell was going on in