Emma's POV I was so close to tears. Hell no, I wasn't supposed to shed tears, as I was a big girl, and big girls don't cry, but why was it that I felt so teary? Why do my eyes burn? “You shouldn't…you shouldn't have done this.” I explained to him, overwhelmed with words to say.“You don't have to say anything, and that is understandable, but do not reject my goodwill.”“How am I to say this? I can't even form my words; this is a lot.”I hadn't even stepped in, and I was blown away already. He had furnished my living room, and I didn't know what I was to expect if I walked further in. What was I to do? It wasn't like I didn't have parents who could, but it was almost impossible to believe such a thing was possible. “You don't have to say anything, sweet, and don't feel pressured by it. You can do whatever you want with it. The artifacts, the couch, the designs, the flowers. You can sell them. Burn them, do whatever it is that you desire with them, I don't care, but what I actually d
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