Chapter 161

Chase’s POV

“What did you do that for?!” Emma yelled after landing me a slap to the cheek.

“I already said I wasn’t gonna let you go.” I replied stubbornly.

“Chase, my arm is hurting.” She cried, referring to the arm I’d been holding.

I felt like a nasty person. Maybe it was the universe providing answers to the question I’d asked so many times, “Am I not good enough for her?” Well, I now knew.

I was too violent, too relentless, too impulsive, I rarely rethought my decisions, I bent everything to my will, things had to suit me, always.

And those were all the things Emma stood against.

“Emma, I’m a damaged guy, and I know it’s really not your job to fix me. I’m a sorry project who should’ve belonged to my late mom and my dad who’s now a happily remarried man. I get it. No one wants a project. But this is me swearing that I’d never hurt you, Em. I’ve learned. I do better for myself these days.” I said, frantically.

Emma was rubbin