Emery: A Prince's Adventure

Chapter 22

Emma

''Wait, no. I got this,'' I say, practising the way I walk; more like practising to walk properly. Well, Marie

Anne told me to walk more like a royalty especially when I'm out in public—uh, for sure.

''You've been saying that for the past hour,''

I look up at her, trying to find wrongness but truth be told; she's correct so far. As I held my chin high,

my shoulders back and my posture straight—I try one last time to make sure that it's perfect.

''Slowly,'' Evelyn mutters under her breath.

I have to agree with her on that.

With books on my head; it's quite hard to walk without thinking of the books falling down onto the

ground—honestly, they've been in my head for the past hour than literally on my head. How funny.

All of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Emery; who has both of his eyes onto Marie Anne

before falling onto me—frowning for a few seconds.

Just like that, the books begin to fall.

What. The. Fucking. Hell. I'm going to stab him.

''Oh, sorry. Wrong room,'' He chuckles, glancing at my direction before entering the room. Just as my

blood begins to boil in disagreement, he winks. Shit.

''Your Highness, we're just having a lesson.'' Marie Anne says, pointing at the books that has fell onto

the ground before smiling up at the prince himself.

''I can see that,'' He glances back at me. ''Actually, I just wanted to see how things are going in here.

Don't really want her to feel pressured,'' He adds.

Marie Anne's eyes widen, ''Absolutely not.''

Evelyn smirks from behind, eyeing the three of us. Then, she stands up; walking towards Emery and I.

''You don't need to worry, little brother. Emma will be fine under my care—so, mind your own business.''

That may sounded a little bit harsh but no. Not at all.

''Just so you know, she's my business.'' He replies.

Mentally jumping up and down with a grin. My head begins to play the images of how I would be

reacting if I end up following my heart. The way my cheeks are heating up due to the amount of

happiness; it's almost making me go insane. My eyes won't look away from his face and it's not a

surprise either.

Evelyn smiles before turning to look at my tutor, ''Marie Anne, I think that's enough for today. My little

brother is a little bit anxious today—he probably just misses his wife. Newlyweds,'' She jokes.

''Of course,'' Marie Anne nods and bows in respect.

Then, just like that, she exits the room. Evelyn follows behind her—only leaving Emery and I all by

ourselves once she's done looking at us with a meaning.

''Why are you here?'' I ask, looking up at him.

''Because I miss you,'' He replies, casually.

Does he even know how much it affects me? The words that he uses—they just seem to go deeply into

my soul where I've never felt this way in a long time. My whole body would tremble just by seeing him

looking back at me, imagine how my body reacts when he touches me.

''You do?'' I cross my arms, trying to test him.

Both of his eyes pierce deep into mine, ''Yes,'' This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

''I miss you a lot more than you think. I don't know why and I don't need a reason but I just want you by

my side—you make me react this way, Emma.'' He whispers near my ear before slowly looking at me.

My lips curve up into a smile as I stand still.

''Actually, Emma.'' He stops for awhile, looking up at the ceiling before looking back at me; slightly

making me worried about what he's going to say—yes. ''I have this thing to settle back in Melbourne

about my, uh, education and I'll be gone for about two weeks.''

''Two weeks?'' I frown, immediately.

''I know it's long and I should've settled it before I got back here but I don't know, I didn't expect things

between us would go this great,'' He mutters.

I look straight into his eyes, thinking of something or at least anything but I can't. I know the fact that

two weeks is not really long; but it's just that something in me doesn't want him to leave.

Maybe because I'll miss him.

I'm not so sure myself. It's so confusing.

''Okay. When are you leaving?'' I ask, wanting to know that if we have at least a few more hours to

spend with each other or if this is the only hour we have left.

He looks down at his wrist watch, ''Now. Actually,''

The way he replied, he was hesitating but I know how it would make me hesitant too. Within seconds, I

find myself wrapping my arms around his body; slowly sharing my warmth with his—comforting.

Emery pulls me closer towards him, kissing me long on the side of my temple—making me snuggle

closer.

It feels like a second but a few minutes have passed and neither of us wants to move away even if we

have to so eventually, we let go. My eyes immediately look up at his—loving how he's looking back at

me too.

Just like that, he starts to kiss me on the lips.

Both of his hands are cupping onto my face, the kiss goes on very passionately slow. The way our lips

are giving and receiving the emotions that we feel; it's making me go insane. He makes me go insane.

From the one I don't want to marry to the one I need.

All of a sudden, I find him holding onto both sides of my waist—pulling me closer towards him without

stopping the kiss at all.

I know he wants to stay. I feel it.

Well, maybe.

We break the kiss to only look deeply into each other's eyes as he caresses the side of my face slowly.

Then, he starts to take a few steps away from me before heading towards the door and exit after

glancing one last time towards my direction.

I make my way out of the room, heading down the hall as I try to find him. I quickly walk down the

stairs, wanting to make sure that I at least see a glimpse of him before he leaves for two weeks.

My legs come to a halt as I see him from behind.

Deep down, I know that we can still contact each other through calls, texts or even video calls but for

some reason, I don't feel like saying that to him.

One, I want to make sure that my feelings are real. Two, I want to know if I will miss him or not. If we

continue to contact each other for the upcoming two weeks, then I might not understand my feelings.

I look up to see him entering a black Mercedes.

Just like that, the car begins to drive away.

When I turn around, I see Genevieve standing there as her eyes stay still at the spot where he last

stood. Then, she turns to look at me with a small smile on her face before walking towards me.

''Did he say goodbye?'' She asks, slowly.

''Yes, he did.'' I reply.

''Then, what's bothering you, dear? You look a little bit troubled—it concerns me,'' She frowns for awhile

before grabbing onto my hand, ''You can always call him if you miss him. Besides, it will only be for two

weeks; don't worry yourself,'' She adds.

''Nothing, actually. It feels weird being away from him after all these weeks of being together,'' I say.

Genevieve smiles, ''He'll miss you too.'