Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 210

Cecilia fell silent, at a complete loss for words.

“Of course you can, Emma. Help yourself! There’s plenty of food for everyone,” Cecilia said, gesturing toward the other dishes. But as she glanced around, she realized every plate had already been picked over by Emma—and not delicately, either.

“Why aren’t you all eating?” Emma asked with a bright smile.

“We…we are…” Cecilia managed, forcing a dry laugh.

But when the next dish arrived, Emma was the first to reach for it again. Jared, knowing that the sea urchin was Cecilia’s favorite, tried to serve her a piece first, only for Emma to pull the entire plate in front of herself. “This one’s my favorite! You guys don’t mind if I have it all, right?”

Theodore felt a headache coming on. He shot Jared a look and muttered, “Let’s just order another round.”

But when the server returned, she told them the sea urchin was sold out—completely gone for the day.

The new restaurant was swamped with customers; everything was flying off the menu…

Of course, Emma couldn’t actually eat that much. After tasting a few bites, she slid the plate back across the table to Theodore. “I can’t finish this. Here, you have it.”

Theodore just stared at her.

“Go on! Don’t let it go to waste—it’s a limited special!” Emma chided.

Theodore looked down at what was left on the plate: a few half-mangled sea urchins, each with the center scooped out. No one else could really eat them now.

“You do know this isn’t a watermelon, right? The sweetest part isn’t in the middle. Why’d you just eat the centers of every single one?” he asked, unable to hold back.

Emma only replied, “Because I felt like it.”

She’d actually prepared herself for a fight in case Theodore lost his temper, already thinking through her comebacks. Unfortunately, he didn’t blow up at her, leaving her with nowhere to unleash her performance.

Emma just smiled. The trip wasn’t really the issue; she’d never planned on going anywhere with him anyway.

“Let’s go home,” Theodore said, taking her hand as they left the restaurant.

The place was only a short walk from their house. Theodore stayed silent on the way back. When they got home, Emma headed straight for the shower while Theodore made phone calls in the other room. She had no idea who he was talking to, and she didn’t care.

After her shower, Emma slipped comfortably into bed, ready to sleep.

A little while later, Theodore finished in the bathroom and came over, leaning back against the headboard as he asked, “Where had you planned to take Grandma?”

“Anywhere but the beach,” Emma replied dismissively.

“Just tell me where. It’s time to book tickets anyway. Since you don’t want to go to the beach, I just talked to Cici—she’s fine with whatever we decide. Wherever we go, she’ll go too.”