My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 206

Emily Blair curled her lips into a faint smile and nodded at the woman.

The woman looked flustered for a moment, biting her lip before lifting her chin, pride flickering in her eyes as she gave a slight nod in return.

Emily let out a soft laugh and turned away.

She had barely lifted her foot to leave when Alex White’s voice sounded at her side.

“Ms. Blair, where are you off to?”

Emily didn’t break stride. Alex kept talking. “There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”

She still didn’t respond.

Emily walked out of the restaurant, leaving Alex behind.

He called after her, “Ms. Blair, do you have something so urgent you can’t spare even a few minutes for me?”

Emily ignored him.

The lazy smirk on Alex’s face faded. His gaze darkened as he stared at Emily’s retreating back, unwavering and unhurried.

He strode forward, grabbing her wrist in a rough grip, and yanked her hard, slamming her back against the wall.

The world spun. Emily’s eyes squeezed shut as the back of her head hit the wall with a dull thud, sending a flash of white across her vision.

She hadn’t even opened her eyes when she heard Alex’s low chuckle, right beside her ear.

Emily’s eyes snapped open. She raised her hand without hesitation.

Smack.

She’d put her whole arm and palm into the slap, leaving her hand buzzing with the force of it.

Alex’s head snapped to the side, his face lost in the shadows, unreadable.

But Emily could see, clear as day, a faint red handprint blooming across his cheek.

She dropped her hand, her voice frosty. “I wasn’t even looking for you, but you came to me first.”

Alex was silent for a moment before slowly lifting his head.

His gaze was cold and fixed on her as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Emily Blair, you dare hit me?”

She lifted her lips in a mocking smile. “What, did I bruise your fragile ego?”

“Emily Blair, you really are—”

Before he could finish, Emily shoved him hard. Alex stumbled back, completely caught off guard.

She stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him in the opposite direction.

For a moment, Alex couldn’t even break free—she was stronger than she looked.

“Emily Blair, where are you taking me?”

She kicked open the doors to the competition hall and led him to the very back of the audience seats, her eyes fixed on the grand piano on stage.

Alex stood behind her, narrowing his eyes.

Emily didn’t turn around. Her voice was icy and steady. “I’ve been wondering for a long time why the piano broke. Everyone else played it just fine, but when it was my turn, suddenly there was a problem.”

Alex’s eyes flickered.

She continued, “Then I realized—it wasn’t you who did it. You had someone else do it for you.”

Alex’s face changed.