Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 474

Once ashore, they headed through the port terminal.

The items Theodore had arranged to be left in the lobby turned out to be a brand-new quilt and a pair of shoes. He handed the shoes to her; she'd been barefoot this whole time. How could she not be cold?

She didn't refuse the shoes. While she was determined to draw a firm line between them, there was no need to suffer needlessly. She'd pay him back for them later. As for the quilt… Emma didn't understand its purpose and didn't care to. She walked straight out of the terminal.

Theodore had already called a car.

"Get in," he said, opening the door for her. "You can get some sleep on the way. They'll probably have the AC on, and since you've been drinking and sweating, you should cover up with the quilt so you don't catch a cold."

He handed her the quilt. "It's new. A courier just dropped it off."

So it was for her.

"What about you?" she asked, implying that he wasn't coming back with her.

He smiled faintly. "If you don't want to share a car, I can call another one."

That seemed pointless.

"Get in. You can sit up front," she said, but he waved it off.

"It's fine." He closed her door and got into the front passenger seat.

The moment the car started moving, a wave of exhaustion washed over Emma. The car's air conditioning was indeed on, and the light quilt Theodore had bought was perfect. She fell asleep almost instantly.

In a drowsy haze, she overheard the driver talking to him. "Having a fight?"

Theodore didn't say anything, just let out a soft laugh.

"Hey, let me tell you something, young man. I've seen couples go on vacation and come back divorced," the driver said, assuming they were returning from a trip.

"Oh, really?" His chuckle was noncommittal, as if he didn't know how to respond.

"It's simple, really. Just think about what she wants, do what she wants. We're men, right? How hard can it be to make your wife happy? It doesn't matter where you go or what you do. What's important is that you're doing it together, that you're both happy."

Theodore still just smiled without a word.

"What? Am I wrong?" the driver asked, then quickly backpedaled. "Sorry, maybe I'm talking too much. Driving at night, a little conversation helps keep me awake."

"Oh, I'll take the quilt. Don't worry about it," he said, getting out as well.

"How much do I owe you?" Emma asked, the morning breeze whipping around them.

He laughed. "What? Are you going to insist on splitting the cab fare with me?"

"Of course," Emma nodded. Even though most of her money came from their marital assets, this was a matter of principle. "Is your bank account number still the same?"

"Yes."

"I'll transfer the money to you later."

"Alright." He didn't argue further, checking the ride receipt and telling her the amount.

Seeing him take out his phone, Emma remembered something else. "Delete my location from your tracker."

He hesitated for a moment. "Is there a point? The phone is already lost."

"What if it's found? Besides, with the location tracker, it shouldn't be hard for you to find it, right?" She frowned.