Emily's POV
Despite being busy, Berton didn't do anything to neglect me. Even though the duration of our agreement had ended, I guessed we'd found peace with each other and that was why we continued to live together. He was kind and always made sure that I was comfortable. One morning as we sat together to have breakfast, I couldn't help but thank him about everything he'd done for me.
I had double thoughts about bringing it up to him later on, but something told me that that was the best time to bring it up.
"Hey," I called out, making myself comfortable when he walked into the dining room. He glanced in my direction and flashed me a benign smile as he pulled out a seat and settled.
"How are you doing Emily?" He asked. I flashed him a smile before looking away. Even till this point, I found it hard to hold his gaze.