My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 515

Emily’s gaze softened. “There’s really nothing much to say about me and him. But if you want to hear about it, I can tell you.”

She paused, her tone teasing.

Tristan pressed, “But what?”

Emily’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Are you sure you want to know?”

Tristan’s expression grew serious. “It’s all in the past. I’m fine. I can handle it.”

Emily leaned in to study his face, frowning a little. “If you’re really fine with it, then why do you look so sour?”

Tristan turned his face away. “I don’t.”

Emily smothered a laugh. “Don’t sulk. Andrew Lane will be here soon, and if you keep scowling like this, he’ll end up looking more charming than you.”

Tristan whipped his head around, glaring at her. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m not as handsome as Andrew Lane?”

Emily shrugged, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I never said that. You’re twisting my words.”

Tristan stared her down, searching every nuance of her expression. “You’d better not be.”

Emily burst out laughing. “I swear, you’re handsome. The handsomest man in the world, okay?”

He grunted, still looking grumpy, and reached up to adjust his tie yet again.

Emily just shook her head, smiling.

She glanced around the Lane Estate, taking in the familiar layout. Even after all these years, memories from her time here came rushing back—moments tucked away in every corner.

Suddenly, her gaze froze.

Upstairs on the second-floor balcony, Andrew Lane stood with his back to the sunlight, looking down at her. His dark eyes were unreadable.

Andrew answered quietly and turned away from the balcony. He opened the door.

Isabella greeted him with a bright smile, looping her arm through his. “Andrew, come on. Grandpa and the guests are waiting downstairs. We’d better hurry.”

Andrew nodded and reached for Dennis, who beamed and dashed over, grabbing his father’s hand. With determined resolve, Dennis wedged himself between Andrew and Isabella, clinging to both their hands.

“Mom, Dad, let’s go downstairs together!”

Isabella laughed softly, glancing up at Andrew. Their eyes met, and her smile was warm and serene.

Inside the Lane Estate, the living room brimmed with people—so many more than out in the quiet garden. Fortunately, the house was grand enough that even a large crowd didn’t feel cramped.

As Emily and Tristan entered, heads turned and people glanced their way. There were all kinds of reactions—some surprised, some curious—but everyone greeted her with bright, welcoming smiles.

“Ms. Blair, do you remember me?”