My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 476

Emily Blair wanted to press for more details, and she couldn’t help but doubt whether Tristan Davis was telling the truth.

But considering she had indeed misunderstood Tristan’s relationship with that girl today, and seeing how much it bothered him, she decided to let it go. Besides, even though Tristan’s expression was as sour as ever, his ears had turned bright red—hardly the look of someone lying.

She nodded earnestly. “Alright, I understand.”

It made sense to her. If Tristan liked someone, and that girl ended up with him, of course he’d mind if his friends ever thought he was involved with someone else.

Still, Emily couldn’t help her curiosity. “So who is it? I’ve never even seen you get close to any girl.”

Tristan’s face twisted in discomfort, but his tone was as curt as ever. “You already know.”

Emily blinked in surprise and pointed at herself. “I know?”

Tristan just stared at her.

Emily thought for a moment, and suddenly a name popped into her mind.

The second the guess formed, her own face went even redder than Tristan’s.

Tristan’s eyes widened slightly, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of hope in his gaze.

Emily was at a loss. The possibilities spun in her mind, emotions tumbling over each other. She started, hesitated, and finally spoke up, her voice uncertain. “Don’t tell me you like…”

Tristan stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

Emily’s mind screamed, No way, but she forced the words out anyway. “You don’t mean… Elizabeth Wilson, do you?”

The instant she finished, Tristan’s face soured so much he looked as if he’d bitten into a lemon—or found a dead mouse under his bed. He stared at her with such intensity she half expected him to bite her head off.

So, not Elizabeth Wilson.

Panic spiked in Emily’s chest. What if she’d annoyed Tristan so much he’d refuse to help her anymore?

She hurried to explain, “Don’t be mad if my guess is off. Honestly, you don’t have many female friends, so Elizabeth was the only name I could come up with.”

But Tristan’s expression didn’t soften in the slightest. If anything, he radiated “I’m furious, don’t talk to me” energy so strongly it nearly knocked her backward.

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