Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 404

Suddenly, Theodore patted his pockets. "I can't find my phone."

"Your phone's missing?" Cecilia said, her eyes darting to the laptop bag Theodore had with him. "Maybe you left it in the car. Why don't you go check?"

Theodore frowned. "Alright, I'll go have a look."

He stood up to leave, but as he did, he picked up his laptop bag as well.

Cecilia stared, dumbfounded. Why was he taking the laptop with him? How was she supposed to search it now? She thought fate had been on her side for a moment.

But Theodore had barely stepped into the hallway when the door to an adjacent private room flew open. A hand clamped over his mouth, and he was dragged inside before the door slammed shut.

"Mr. Whitman, please cooperate, and you won't be harmed," a low voice hissed from behind him.

Back in her own room, Cecilia was racking her brain, trying to figure out what to do next.

Just as she was lost in thought, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, room service," a voice called out.

"Come in," Cecilia snapped, her patience worn thin.

A waiter in a white shirt and bowtie entered, holding a phone. "Excuse me, I believe this belongs to the gentleman who was here? He was asking about a missing phone at the front desk, and we managed to find it for him."

Cecilia's eyes widened. It was Theodore's phone.

Fate was on her side after all!

She nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, that's his!"

The waiter looked hesitant. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but how can you prove it belongs to him?"

"Oh, that's easy!" She pulled out her own phone. "I'll just call his number. My number is…" She recited her number for the waiter. "Watch his phone when I call. You'll see my number pop up. Oh, he probably has me saved as 'Cici,' or maybe 'Dear Cici.'"

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