My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 645

The driver climbed into the car and shut the door. “Mr. Gomez, Ms. Austin, they’ve left.”

Isabella Austin leaned forward anxiously, peering out the front window toward the gated entrance. “Are you sure they’re really gone? Maybe it’s just a trick. They could circle back at any moment.”

The driver hesitated, weighing her words. “Would you like me to wait a little while longer, just to be safe?”

Before Benjamin Gomez could reply, Isabella cut in, “Let’s wait. I want to be absolutely certain that car is really gone before we do anything.”

The driver didn’t answer, instead glancing at Benjamin for direction.

Benjamin crossed his long legs and spoke in an even tone. “Let’s do as she says.”

The driver nodded. “Understood.”

Isabella bit her lip, inching closer to Benjamin, her voice soft and uncertain. “Benjamin, do you have any idea who might be following us?”

He turned to look at her. “I’m not sure. I’ll need to investigate.”

Nervousness flickered in Isabella’s eyes as she shrank back into her seat. “Benjamin, maybe… maybe we shouldn’t see each other for a while…”

Her anxiety was genuine. The fear of being discovered felt suffocating.

She gripped Benjamin’s wrist, her voice pleading. “See? Every time we meet, someone tails us. Perhaps we should lay low for a few days. Just until things calm down.”

Benjamin’s eyes darkened as he studied her, his voice low and edged. “You’re really that afraid of being found out?”

Her heart skipped. She held onto his hand with both of hers, trying to reassure him—and herself. “It’s not just for me, Benjamin. It’s for both of us. If we’re discovered, it’ll be bad for you, too.”

He gazed at her in the dim light of the car, his amber eyes shining with a strange softness that almost made her believe he agreed.

A hopeful smile tugged at her lips, but Benjamin quickly shattered it. “No. That’s not going to happen.”

Isabella’s face froze, the color draining from her cheeks.

He flipped her hand in his, interlacing their fingers, his grip firm. “Isabella, you’re the only one worried about being found out. I’m not. I don’t care about the consequences.”

He gave a low, almost amused laugh. “To be honest, I wish we were caught. I’d love for Andrew Lane to know what’s really going on between us.”

Isabella’s face went pale. “Benjamin, what’s gotten into you? You used to listen to me—always.”

He stared at her for a long moment, then let out a short, humorless laugh. “Isabella, I did listen to you. For years. And what did that get me?”

“You ran back to Andrew Lane, married him, had his child. So where did that leave me?”

He suddenly reached out, gripping her chin between his fingers. “Isabella, this time, you’re the one who needs to listen to me.”

She stared at him, stunned, her confusion plain.

Benjamin let go, his hand gentling as he stroked her cheek. “Enough. I’ll have someone look into that car, all right? Stop worrying, you’re pale as a ghost.”

Isabella looked at the man before her and felt as if she’d never known him at all.

He used to do whatever she asked. Now, he was a complete stranger.

“…Okay.”

She withdrew her hand from his, and a shadow crossed Benjamin’s eyes.

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