My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 55

In her previous life, Andrew Lane had known everything Ethan Lane planned to do, yet he’d watched it all unfold with chilling indifference.

Now, Andrew looked up at her with a lazy flick of his eyelids, his thin lips pressing together. “You’re upset?”

Emily Blair shot back, “Why would I be happy?”

He studied her for a moment, an unreadable look in his eyes, before turning away with deliberate slowness.

He said nothing more. Emily’s frustration simmered until she gritted her teeth. “Andrew, I told you—I want to go back to Kingswood Estate.”

He didn’t even open his eyes, just murmured, “I heard you. I’ll take you back later.”

“I want to go now,” she insisted.

He ignored her, making it painfully clear the conversation was over.

Twenty minutes later, Emily followed Andrew out of the car.

He walked ahead, and she, spotting her chance, quietly turned to leave. But before she took two steps, his voice stopped her.

Though he’d been walking in front, it was as if Andrew had eyes in the back of his head. “Emily, where do you think you’re going?”

Her heart leapt. He added, “Look at your shadow.”

He approached, his dark eyes calm and cold. Without asking, he caught her wrist and pulled her firmly back toward the house.

Inside, Emily gave up and flopped onto the couch.

She watched Andrew disappear into the kitchen, then emerge with a bowl of steaming pasta.

He set it down in front of her. “Susan made this. Try it.”

Her eyelashes fluttered.

Susan was the housekeeper Andrew had hired. She’d worked here nearly five years, caring for Emily during the messy months after she’d moved in.

Emily hadn’t expected Susan to think of her now.

She glanced around. “Where’s Susan?”

Whenever she was alone with Andrew, Isabella always managed to appear.

This time was no different.

Isabella smiled sweetly, slipping her arm through Andrew’s. “Andrew, is this what you invited Ms. Blair over for? Just pasta?”

She sighed in mock exasperation. “Didn’t I tell you to talk things through with Ms. Blair? And you feed her pasta?”

Emily barely managed to chew and swallow before snapping, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Isabella raised an elegant eyebrow. “Didn’t Andrew tell you?”

“It’s about your school’s anniversary. Originally, you were chosen to play piano, but then they switched it to Andrew and me. I felt bad, so I asked Andrew to apologize to you properly.”

She cast Andrew a look, her expression helpless. “But I didn’t expect him to just serve you pasta.”

“Ms. Blair, I promise, I’ll make sure he treats you better next time. You deserve more than this.”