“From now on, don’t bother making anything for me. I can feed myself,” Emily declared firmly, her tone sharp as a knife. Without waiting for a response, she took another bite and strode directly toward the door.
“Emily, stop,” Nicholas called after her, grabbing his coat as he quickly followed.
Emily didn’t pause, didn’t even look back. She continued walking, chewing her makeshift sandwich with determination. Her heels clicked on the floor with a steady rhythm, each step radiating defiance.
Nicholas quickened his pace, his long strides closing the distance between them, but she ignored him completely, her focus fixed on leaving.
As they stepped outside, Nicholas quickly opened the car door for Emily. “Get in,” he instructed firmly.
Emily glanced at the open door, then at him, her expression making it clear she had no intention of complying. Without a word, she moved to step past him toward her own car, but Nicholas caught her elbow.