As soon as they stepped outside, they were both bathed in the cool evening air. Emily drew in a deep breath, the tension in her shoulders slackening slightly.
Her hand still trembled lightly in Lucian's palm. She hadn't expected her words to leave such a painful weight on her chest even after a few days, but what else could she do?
Looking at the large, warm hand holding her smaller one, she felt a sliver of relief. He had come with her.
A slight ripple stirred in her heart, but she quickly reminded herself not to hope for too much.
After all, he had only married her by mistake, leaving his fiancée behind. And with Emilie's temperament, she was certain she would soon be kicked out of the marriage.
She dared not hope for anything more.
Slowly, she twisted her hand in an attempt to pull it away, but to her surprise, his grip remained firm. She hadn't expected such strength when the touch itself had felt so gentle.
