Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 358

The sea stretched out before them.

The rain had finally stopped, and Emilia gazed out at the glistening shoreline.

Just moments ago, Theodore had asked if she’d mind if people found out about them.

“Not at all,” she replied with a laugh, brushing a lock of damp hair from her cheek. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

She watched the rolling waves, the remnants of wine warming her chest, and suddenly felt the irresistible urge to wander down to the water’s edge.

Without another word, she simply did.

Kicking off her heels and picking them up by the straps, she strolled barefoot across the cool sand, letting the tide tickle her toes.

Theodore followed, smiling as he watched her, a silent shadow in her wake.

A mischievous glint flickered in Emilia’s eyes. She tossed her heels onto the sand and scooped up a handful of seawater, spinning on her heel to fling it at Theodore.

He was caught completely off guard—saltwater splashed across his shirt and face.

He only blinked, surprised, then broke into a helpless grin.

Bending down, Theodore retaliated with his own splash, sending droplets flying toward her.

“Too slow!” Emilia squealed, leaping nimbly out of reach.

Her feet skimmed across the shallows as she darted away, laughing, dodging his playful attacks and flinging water right back at him.

The two of them chased each other along the shore, their laughter rising above the gentle murmur of the sea. Theodore’s usually perfect hair was now dripping, plastered to his forehead in wild, wet strands.

Emilia’s lips curled into a bright, carefree smile. Suddenly—

For a fleeting moment, as she looked at him, something deep in her memory stirred.

She was certain she’d seen him like this before—though back then, he hadn’t been smiling.

“What’s wrong?” Theodore noticed her expression shift. He came over, retrieving her heels from the sand and offering them with a gentle look.

Emilia shook her head, smiling, pushing away those half-formed images. Right now, she just wanted to be happy.

She realized she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d let herself act so childishly, so free.

It seemed as if, ever since her father had passed away, she’d always carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.

There was always so much to consider—responsibilities that left her barely able to breathe.

She stopped playing in the water and wandered farther down the beach, where she’d spotted a piano, standing alone beneath a rustic canopy.

He sighed and gently repositioned her, undeterred.

“My brother says you should practice more, and you know you like their attention, don’t you?” he coaxed.

The cat glanced up at him, then let out a soft “meow,” as if reluctantly agreeing.

“Atta girl.” George Glenn grinned, pulling out his phone. “Alright, let’s try this one—come on, let’s turn the tables this time!”

Last time, Coco had refused to cooperate, but now she seemed willing—her little fangs already bared in anticipation.

Just then, George Glenn’s phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen—a number he didn’t recognize.

Remembering his brother’s warning earlier that day, he cleared his throat and answered.

“Hello? Who is this?” George Glenn said.

“Mr. Wyatt, good evening. We’re reporters—we’ve just caught some interesting footage. Would you be interested in buying it?” The caller got straight to the point.

George Glenn understood immediately. Recalling his brother’s words, he pressed further, “What exactly is it?”

“It’s a video of the eldest and Emilia on a date,” came the reply.