Emilia could only look up at him with her eyes completely wide. Then she opened her mouth to say something, but the words died in her throat the moment she saw Mark's expression.
He was upset.
"What…?" was all Emilia managed to say in a voice that came out small and trembling.
"Stop acting like a child and tell me directly what's wrong with you," Mark said without loosening his grip on her wrists. "Because if you don't tell me, I can't know what's going on."
Emilia's green eyes stared at him fixedly for a couple of seconds. Then her expression changed.
"Nothing is wrong with me…" she said, frowning. "You're imagining things."
"I'm not imagining things, Emilia."
"Yes you are," she insisted, starting to struggle with her wrists trying to free herself. "Let go of me."
Mark tightened his grip.
"I said let go of me."
"And I said tell me what's wrong with you."
