Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 479

Emma had told her they'd known each other since they were sixteen. It was what people online called a "from school uniforms to wedding dress" love story. Emma had even injured her leg for him.

How did it all go so wrong?

Madam had loved Sir so much. And Sir… he clearly…

Five years. She had watched it all, day by day.

Why couldn't men resist temptation? She had once thought Sir would be different, but it seemed all men were the same.

Emma was in the shower. Sebastian waited for her in her room.

When she emerged, her hair wrapped in a towel, her face was flushed and rosy from the steam, her eyes glistening.

"Come here, let me dry your hair." It wasn't the first time he'd done this. In England, if he was around after she washed her hair, he always dried it for her.

But as he worked, he suddenly remembered a line from Fallon's chat history with Theodore: *Fallon, Emma can be lazy sometimes. She'll just wrap her hair in a towel and go to sleep. If I'm not back, you have to make sure you dry it for her before you let her sleep.*

His fingers tightened in her hair, and he accidentally pulled.

"Ow."

"I know you were all worried. But I'm fine, really. It was a close call, but I'm okay." The situation last night had been genuinely perilous. If Theodore and the police hadn't arrived when they did, she didn't know what would have happened. Seeing the people she loved most now, she was overwhelmed with joy and wanted to tell Sebastian everything—how scared she had been. But then she reconsidered. It was better not to say anything and worry him further. It was all over.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's all in the past."

"From now on, I have to be with you wherever you go. Otherwise, I'm not letting you out of the house," he said, gently pinching her nose.

"So you're going to be my personal accessory?" Emma laughed.

"Yep. A giant accessory, attached to you for life. How does that sound?"