If it had been a month earlier, Elsie would’ve been over the moon hearing that.
But now, those same words that once kept her up at night, trapping her in an invisible cage, only made her want to run.
"I really don’t know. I’ve never understood you, not even a little." Elsie said, her tone flat. "You say you love me, but that’s not what it felt like to me."
"If I didn’t love you, would I have made sure every single hotel under the Harding Group designed one room just for you?"
"If I didn’t love you, would I lie about a freaking landslide just to keep you with me for two weeks? Would I learn to cook for you, treat you like royalty since day one? You think I’m some born housekeeper? Or a rich guy so bored he decided to play servant?"
"If I didn’t love you, would I give up bil
