Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 449

Her aunt just smiled. “She’s a young girl, a long way from home. It’s only natural for her to be homesick.”

After dinner, Emma watched her grandmother knit a cashmere sweater. Since moving here, her grandmother had discovered a passion for jewelry design and dressmaking, and with her aunt’s encouragement, she had thrown herself into it. This winter, she was obsessed with hand-knitting and had already made sweaters for Emma, her aunt, and Larson. The one she was working on now was clearly for a man, and Sebastian was staring at it with undisguised longing.

“Grandma, that’s not for Bobby, is it?” he asked pitifully.

Bobby was her aunt’s little dog.

His question made her grandmother laugh. “What do you think?”

Sebastian hesitated. “Well, after Bobby gets his, could I maybe get a pair of gloves, Grandma?” He didn’t even dare to ask for a sweater.

His grandmother chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “This one is for you.”

“Thank you, Grandma!” he exclaimed, his joy overflowing.

Young Master Grant, whose clothes were worth a small fortune, was here vying with a dog for a hand-knit sweater.

Emma watched him with a fond smile, a sense of peace settling in her heart.

Sebastian was so preoccupied with his new sweater that he hovered by her grandmother’s side, watching her knit, until it was too late for them to leave. They ended up staying the night.

Her aunt’s house had a room for Sebastian. In fact, since the Christmas holiday began, they had stayed over frequently. Slowly, his things had started to accumulate—clothes, toiletries, even some of his books. It was as if, without anyone noticing, he had become a part of the family.

Emma’s room was on the second floor, his on the third. As they headed up to bed, he lingered on the second-floor landing, just as he used to at their place near the university. He would often stay over and loiter by her door until she finally pushed him away.

He was doing it again now.

Emma smiled, stood on her toes, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before quickly slipping into her room.

He stood there for a moment, a slow grin spreading across his face as he watched her go. Had she even noticed? When she hurried away just now, her limp was barely perceptible. She moved almost like anyone else.

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