My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 27

The boy’s fingers pressed directly on her wound, making Emily Blair wince in pain. “Easy!” she hissed.

His ears turned an even deeper shade of red. Flustered, he pulled his hand away, only to accidentally jab another bruise.

Emily sucked in a sharp breath, trying to hold back a groan.

“Forget it, I’ll handle it myself,” she said, her voice tight.

But just as he let go, he caught her by the shoulder and guided her back down. “No way. How could I just leave you to do this alone?”

Emily could only sigh and let him help.

She tended to the scrapes as carefully as she could, while the boy hovered nearby, cringing as if he could feel every sting.

“Shouldn’t we get some medicine or something?” he asked.

“No need. I’ll pick something up tomorrow,” she replied.

Luckily, the injuries were all surface-level—no blood, nothing serious. After a bit of rest, she felt much better.

By the time they finished treating her wounds, nearly an hour had slipped by.

The boy’s ears were now so red they looked like they might catch fire. “Well, I should be going. Take care of yourself, okay?”

Leaning back against the headboard, Emily nodded. “What’s your name? I’ll transfer the room fee to you tomorrow.”

Still blushing furiously, he looked like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. “Jacob Gates.”

“Okay, thanks. Bye.”

After he left, Emily drifted into a heavy, exhausted sleep. Just before she blacked out, she suddenly remembered—hadn’t she left her phone call on?

She figured Andrew Lane would have hung up by now, but just in case, she fished out her phone to check.

To her surprise, the call was still connected.

She ended it without a second thought and promptly fell asleep.

The next morning, the first thing Emily saw was Andrew Lane sitting at the edge of her bed.

His eyes narrowed, reflecting a sharp, chilling light.

“Emily Blair, do you even remember? You just turned eighteen.”

She snatched a pillow and hurled it at him. “And what’s that got to do with you?!”

He sidestepped easily, letting out a cold laugh as he loosened his tie.

“If you’re so desperate for company, why not come to me? That classmate of yours doesn’t look like much—think he can satisfy you?”

Emily’s eyes flashed. “What did you just say?”

In the next instant, Andrew lunged forward, roughly yanking open her collar and grabbing her chin.

“Tell me—was he good enough for you? Are you satisfied?”

“You’re insane!” Emily shoved at his shoulders, trying to push him away. “Andrew Lane, aren’t you worried Isabella Austin will never take you back if she sees you like this?”