My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 584

In that moment, Emily Blair’s emotions were a tangled mess, a strange ache blooming in her chest that she couldn’t put into words.

She glanced at the time. “I’ll come pick you up now. Wait for me outside.”

Tristan Davis simply replied, “Alright.”

By the time Emily arrived, she spotted him from a distance—a tall figure leaning against the wall. He wore an oversized hoodie and a black baseball cap pulled low, his shoulders hunched as he stared at the ground. The bar’s neon lights flickered over him, but somehow, he looked completely out of place in the riot of color and noise.

She pulled up in front of him. Tristan glanced at her through the window, silent as he opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.

The air inside the car felt thick and heavy. Tristan kept his expression stony, jaw set, refusing to say a word.

Emily started the engine and broke the silence. “When did you get here?”

Arms folded, hat pulled low, Tristan turned away from her, presenting the back of his head like a sulking child. His voice was muffled, brimming with irritation. “I got here after the fifth time I tried to call you and couldn’t get through.”

Emily freed one hand from the wheel to check her phone.

He’d started calling her four Tristans ago—which meant he’d been waiting here for about three Tristans.

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “You’ve been out here this whole time?”

He clicked his tongue, dragging a hand over his brow, taking a deep breath. “Don’t say anything. I’m still mad.”

Emily pressed her lips together.

A moment passed, then Tristan groaned again, frustrated. “This is ridiculous. I feel like an idiot.”

Emily could hardly meet his eyes, guilt prickling in her chest.

“Don’t be mad,” she said softly. “I really did have something to deal with. I barely had a second to call you back. I just left the hospital.”

Tristan whipped his head around, eyes fixed on her. “Were you sick?”

Emily arched a brow. “Oh? Is Mr. Davis planning to get involved?”

She kept her gaze on the road, oblivious as Tristan suddenly leaned toward her.

The world dimmed for a second as his hand reached out, warm and callused, the pads of his fingers gently brushing beneath her eyes.

She froze. “What are you doing?”

Tristan drew his hand back, casual as if it had been nothing at all. “It’s late. Go home and get some sleep, or you’ll end up with dark circles tomorrow.”

Emily mumbled, “Alright…”

Just as Emily and Andrew Lane had predicted, Ryan Cox was released from the police station the next morning—lack of evidence, they said.

When Donna Thomas heard the news, she was on the verge of a breakdown. Emily gave her time off, insisting she rest at home and not worry about anything—especially not Ryan Cox. Emily would handle it all.