Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 424

Sebastian glared at his sister, raising his knife and fork threateningly.

"Alright, alright. I'll try this famous local dish," Emma said with a laugh.

She had to admit, the atmosphere in Sebastian's home was incredibly warm and comfortable. As for the famous dish he'd made… well, it tasted exactly as it was supposed to. It was fish and chips; how different could it taste?

"So, is it good?" Sebastian asked, his eyes practically sparkling with anticipation.

Emma nodded. "Delicious. It's really good."

He puffed up with pride. "I also baked a dessert—apple pie. We can have it in the garden after dinner."

Emma's brow furrowed. "Apple… pie?"

"Yup!" Sebastian said, popping a large fry into his mouth.

"You didn't steal the apples from my tree, did you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Sebastian froze for a second, then chuckled sheepishly. "It's not stealing. It's… foraging."

Emma laughed, and the lighthearted atmosphere at the table continued.

After dinner, Sebastian brought out his apple pie along with the cake Emma had bought. He set them on the patio table, switched on the outdoor lights, and mixed some drinks. The three of them sat in the garden, chatting and enjoying their dessert while Sebastian and Genevieve continued their playful bickering.

They didn't head home until ten o'clock, with Emma just having to walk next door.

As she got ready for bed, she found herself replaying the evening in her mind. The thought of Sebastian and his sister living right next door gave her an unexpected sense of security.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a friend request popped up on her phone from Theodore Whitman. The message attached read: *I need to ask you something about Jared's case. Please accept.*

Why was he trying to add her now, when they were thousands of miles apart?

Then again, because they were thousands of miles apart, she didn't have to worry about any real-life complications.

She accepted the request, curious to see how the four feuding brothers were handling the fallout. Hearing it from the source was always more interesting than getting secondhand gossip.

The typing indicator appeared again.

This time, his message was short: *Please don't make fun of me.*

But she wanted to.

The only reason she'd accepted his request was to watch the drama unfold and get in a few jabs of her own.

So she continued: *By the way, how are your precious darlings doing? Did you manage to post bail for any of them? Especially your Dear Cici. She's pregnant, isn't she? Pregnant women can usually get out on bail.*

It was meant to be sarcastic, but Theodore answered earnestly: *No.*

Emma smirked to herself and sent an exaggerated emoji. *What? A few weeks ago you were calling them your sweethearts, and now they're just criminal suspects?*

He typed for a while before sending: *Emma, I know I was blind. I deserve whatever comes my way. Go ahead and laugh. Laugh as much as you want, if it makes you feel even a little bit better.*