My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 434

Emily Blair let out an incredulous laugh. “Don’t bother explaining to him—he’s got something wrong in the head.”

Tristan Davis’s scowl had begun to soften a little after Elizabeth Wilson’s attempt to smooth things over, but at Emily’s words, his face darkened again, even more sour than the garbage bin they’d just passed by.

He scoffed coldly. “Did I hit a nerve?”

Then Tristan turned his icy gaze on Xavier Gonzalez, who was hunched over across the table, trying to stay out of the line of fire. His voice dropped, sharp as a knife. “Let me give you some advice.”

Xavier looked up warily. “Uh… what?”

Tristan let out a mirthless laugh. “Emily Blair confessed her undying love to me just a few days ago. When I turned her down, she nearly bashed her head against the wall from heartbreak. Trust me, you’d better think twice—”

The more Emily listened, the more her scalp tingled with outrage. She shot to her feet, reaching out to clamp a hand over Tristan’s mouth. “Stop making things up! Have a little decency, will you?”

Xavier stared, utterly dumbfounded.

Tristan, quick as a fox, dodged Emily’s hand and, in a flash, grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the table. He shot another frosty look at Xavier. “Seriously, think about it. You don’t want to get involved with her. She changes her mind faster than the weather.”

Tristan’s grip was iron-strong; Emily’s hand was pinned, and she couldn’t even budge it. His words only fanned the flames of her anger.

“Do you even hear yourself right now?”

When brute force didn’t work, Emily switched tactics. She drew back her leg and kicked him square in the shin.

Tristan, both hands still holding her wrist, couldn’t dodge in time. He gritted his teeth as pain shot up his leg. “Did you seriously just kick me?”

He bent over with a wince, brushing the dust off his now-marked black pants.

Emily seized his distraction and landed another well-placed kick.

This time, Tristan caught her ankle before her foot could leave another print. “That’s enough, don’t you think?”

Emily glared. “If you’d stop running your mouth, I wouldn’t have to kick you.”

Tristan, now on high alert, dodged her foot and stepped back, just out of reach.

Emily sat back down and drained the last of her coffee in one go.

Elizabeth leaned in, voice low and conspiratorial. “Emily, come on, be honest. What’s really going on between the two of you?”

Emily immediately shot Tristan a warning glare. “Don’t you dare say a word.”

Tristan just arched an eyebrow, looking amused.

Emily kept him in her sights for a few seconds longer, just to be sure, before turning back to Elizabeth. “You can’t believe a word he says. He’s making it all up—I never confessed to him. None of it happened, okay? Don’t believe him.”

Of course, Tristan wouldn’t let her have the last word. “Sure, now that it’s all over, you can say whatever you want.”

Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh my god, handsome, tell me—how did she confess? I have to hear this.”