Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 322

“Emma…” Theodore pressed his fingers to his temples, a headache coming on. “You’re my wife. Why aren’t you standing with me? Instead, you’re off with your so-called cousin—what’s that supposed to mean?”

Emma let out a cold laugh. “So, who’s really the outsider here? My cousin would never make me apologize to a stranger. If I were with him, he’d never let anyone push me around. And he definitely wouldn’t stand by while someone tried to stab me just to protect a complete stranger!”

“Emma!” Theodore snapped, his voice lowered in warning. “This isn’t the time or place for this. Do you really think you should say these things out loud? What do you want people to think?”

Emma’s gaze was icy. “Oh, so you do know it’s wrong? So just saying these things is enough to make us a laughingstock? Funny, since you had no problem actually doing them.”

Theodore had no comeback. He stood there, speechless.

Jared’s patience snapped. “Why are you even arguing with her? Just call security and have her thrown out!”

The commotion was drawing a crowd, and now a few of the well-dressed guests began to urge Emma to let it go.

“Mrs. Whitman, really, let’s just drop it. Whatever’s going on between you two, this isn’t the place. Give Mr. Whitman some face—it’s only for tonight.”

“She’s right. This whole gala is basically for Mr. Whitman. Everyone knows he’s determined to land the Rossi deal. Think about the bigger picture, Mrs. Whitman.”

Emma gave a half-shrug, as though she’d been convinced. “Fine. All I want is an apology from her.”

Her meaning was clear—she wanted Cecilia to apologize.

Jared practically exploded. “This is ridiculous! You hit her and now you want her to apologize to you? You might be Mrs. Whitman, but even you can’t treat people like this!”

“Exactly,” someone chimed in. “Cecilia was just trying to help Mrs. Whitman learn how to socialize, how to make friends.”

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