Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 505

Faith turned to him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You know, it really doesn't sound like you want what's best for Emma at all."

Sebastian frowned. "What are you talking about? Of course I want what's best for her. I'm the person who loves her most in this world. Do you have any idea what I've given up for her? I came here to study abroad for her when I could have been back home taking over the family business. She loves to dance, so I did everything in my power to get her back on stage. She was brilliant, a star in the world of dance. How could you say I don't want her to succeed? I just…"

"You're just selfish, Sebastian," Faith said, cutting him off.

She deeply regretted her moment of greed. Sebastian had promised it would just be a little scare to make Emma anxious, but he had dragged it out until the very start of the performance.

Now, Faith's entire focus was on Emma. She prayed with every fiber of her being that Emma would get through the performance flawlessly, that the ballet she had worked so hard on would be presented to the world in its most perfect form.

Throughout the entire show, Faith's hand was pressed tightly to her chest, her heart pounding in sync with the dancers on stage. Every leap and turn pulled at her heartstrings.

When the final note faded and the performance ended, she let out a long, shaky breath. She was drenched in a cold sweat.

It was perfect.

The thunderous, sustained applause from the audience was proof enough of the show's success.

The foreigner sitting next to her, unfamiliar with the cultural context, even pointed to the program and asked her to explain the story behind *Bestiary*.

She was more than happy to explain. But when she finished and turned back, Sebastian was gone.

His seat was empty.

Suddenly, she felt completely lost. Where was she supposed to go now?

She knew she could never go back to the troupe…

Sebastian had gone backstage.

He was waiting for Emma.

The dancers returned from their curtain call, their faces flushed with excitement and joy. They were ecstatic about their success, about the audience's rapturous response.

"Were you hoping I wouldn't?" he asked, his face dark and sullen.

His words were a punch to the gut.

She was hoping he wouldn't show up?

He was one of the most important dancers in this performance, and he thought she didn't want him there?

After the countless calls and messages she'd sent him over the past few days, all of which he had ignored?

Sebastian stood there, waiting for her.