Kingsley leans forward, his fingers drumming on the glass table before him, his eyes flickering with something incomprehensible.

"Miss Emerson?” He repeats, more of a statement than a question, “send her in."

He drops the call, a hint of relief evident on his face.

It is true he has been feeling jittery since his visit to the hospital.

He knows for a fact that she is hard hearted and stubborn. So, he wasn't sure she would be shaken by his threat and come find him, just because he said so.

But the major cause of his anxiety is that he doesn't want to fight her. He had been hoping like...