Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Oh? Maybe, from Theodore’s point of view, Cecilia is actually the leading lady, and she’s just the supporting actress…

“You know, you’re really not acting like yourself tonight.” Theodore chuckled and poured himself another glass of wine. “Emma, listen, I’ll say it again: you don’t have to worry. Everything I have is yours–my house, my money, the company. You’re my wife, and you have every right to it all. But when it comes to Cici, just… don’t get hung up on her. Please stop making things difficult just because of Cici, all right? Why do you think I work so hard? It’s all for us.”

Emma sifted through his long speech, picking out the important parts, then repeated it back in her own words, “So what you’re saying is, the house, the car, the company, the money–they’re all mine. But your heart? That belongs to her?”

“Emma! I thought we agreed not to go over this again. Why are you jealous now? You already have so much–do you really need to be envious over this?” Theodore frowned, visibly annoyed.

What a jerk.

Emma cursed him in her head.

But he was wrong–she honestly wasn’t jealous. She just knew how to listen for the things that actually mattered.

She put down her glass of water, grabbed the bowl of grapes, and started eating them one by one. “This arrangement sounds perfect! Let’s make a deal. If you’re worried, we can even sign a contract and get it notarized.”

God, this was like winning the lottery.

Wasn’t this the best of both worlds–money, but no husband to deal with?

Theodore started swirling his wine glass.

Emma knew that whenever he did that, he was thinking, weighing his options, preparing himself to negotiate–how to persuade the person sitting across from him.

But as soon as she finished speaking, he actually stopped mid–motion, his face frozen in surprise. “You… really think this is good? You’re not upset?”

Emma waved it off. “Not at all, don’t worry. So, when are we going to get this notarized?”

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Theodore’s expression darkened. “That won’t be necessary.”

Emma felt a flicker of disappointment. Without a contract, all these promises were meaningless. She could only hope that, when the time came for a divorce, he’d remember what he said tonight.

She kept popping grapes into her mouth, her eyes darting around mischievously–showing not the slightest hint of unhappiness.

But someone else was clearly unhappy. Suddenly, Theodore snatched the bowl of grapes from her hands. “Why are you eating so many grapes at night? All that sugar–you’ll get a toothache. Didn’t you say you weren’t hungry?”

Grapes, it seemed, had become the scapegoat for his mood.

“Are you finished now? Because if you are, I’m going to brush my teeth and go to bed.” She picked up her phone from her lap. Honestly, she wasn’t worried about how far things had gone between him and Cecilia on some hotel bed. What really concerned her was whether he might discover the secrets hidden on her phone.

“What’s so important on your phone? You’re glued to it all day.”

Now the phone was taking the blame.

“Hand it over,” Theodore demanded, setting down his wineglass and reaching out. “Or do you want me to come take it from you?”

Emma quickly reviewed her recent activity. Anything related to her plans to leave the country, she’d read once and deleted. The really important emails were still there, of course, but she’d already logged out of that account.

It should be fine.

She didn’t want to waste time or energy fighting with him in a hotel room, so she handed over her phone.

Theodore scrolled through her messages, scrutinizing her conversations with Sebastian most of all. But there wasn’t much to see–Emma hadn’t said anything noteworthy to Sebastian.

“What’s this?” Theodore suddenly asked.

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