Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 423

Emma just stared at him, her eyes wide.

Seeing her expression, Sebastian's smile slowly faded, replaced by a look of cautious apology.

Genevieve made a face at her brother, who playfully tapped her on the forehead, leaving a smudge of flour from his hands.

Watching them squabble, Emma couldn't help but smile.

It reminded her of her brother, Jonathan Bennett, though she and her family had never shared moments as warm as this.

But now she had a cousin, a cousin who was better than any brother could be.

Seeing her smile, Sebastian sidled over, trying to sound apologetic. "I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't tell you beforehand because…"

He trailed off, unable to articulate the reason. He was probably afraid she'd be angry.

"It's fine. It's your decision; you don't have to tell me," Emma said, though she hoped his choice wasn't because of her. The thought of that was a heavy burden—as if she were suddenly responsible for someone else's future.

But Sebastian quickly explained, "It wasn't just for that. I'd actually thought about studying abroad right after I graduated, but my dad wouldn't let me. He was insistent that I come back and take over the family business. I hate business, so I ran off to Cresthaven to dance. When he saw how determined I was, and with Genevieve coming here anyway, he finally gave in."

He finished with a grin, his eyes curving into crescents. "So, we're neighbors now. You'll have to look out for me, Emma!"

What could she say? He was flatly denying he came for her, and she couldn't exactly force him to admit it.

She rolled up her sleeves. "Alright. Is there anything I can help with?"

"Nope! You and Genevieve just wait to be served," Sebastian said, immediately retreating to the kitchen.

Emma was speechless. Was he really comparing the two?

Genevieve wrapped her arms around Emma's waist and leaned on her shoulder, sticking her tongue out at her brother. "It's not the same! You're a stinky boy, and I'm a sweet, lovely girl."

"You little traitor! And after I cooked all this food for you," Sebastian grumbled, setting the dishes on the table.

When Emma saw the main course, she laughed. "You made this? You didn't buy it from somewhere?"

"Of course I did! I've got the battle scars to prove it. Look," he said, leaning his handsome face close for her to inspect.

Sure enough, there were a few tiny red marks where hot oil had splattered.

Just as Emma was about to express a pang of guilt, Genevieve pushed his face away. "Brother, if you don't show her now, you'll miss your chance—those will fade in two minutes."