"If that's the case, then… you could've just told me." He clenched his jaw, trying so hard to hold back the selfish part of him that wanted to beg her to stay. "If you really want to leave me, I … I won't stop you."
He took a deep breath. "I'll find a safe place for you to hide. Somewhere no one can hurt you. I'll give you enough money to live however you want—no, screw that, take all my money. You can take everything I have."
Primrose was too stunned to speak.
If she really took everything Edmund had, she could probably build her own castle, hire people to become her personal soldiers and maids.
She would be so rich that she could eat, sleep, and play around every day without ever worrying about money or trying to impress anyone.
But the moment she heard Edmund's inner thoughts, all those happy fantasies suddenly crumbled to pieces.
[I don't want her to go.]
[I really, really don't want her to go.]
