Chapter One Hundred Eighty Two

Emily.

I shouldn’t feel it, what he thinks about me shouldn’t be my concern but for some reason, I do not know, for some feeling I couldn’t explain, I felt bothered by how he looked at me.

It felt like I was seeing my little self in him, the same eyes were staring at me and the same emotion was in them.

At that moment I wanted to bolt out of the room without doing what I came for, at this moment I wanted to make everything right again but……I couldn’t.

We have spent too many years apart and I believe he wouldn’t want me. I mean which don would want a mother who threw him out on the streets, who left him to die?

‘Get a grip on yourself, Emily,’ I whispered to myself.

I cleared my throat and then walked in, this time I didn’t look in his eyes. I could speak to him without looking into his eyes.

“I want us to go out for today,” I said looking everywhere but his eyes.

I didn’t want to see the look in them.

He didn’t answer but that wasn’t my business, he was going to leave with me