My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 677

He braced himself against the countertop, lowered his head, and let out a long, heavy sigh with his eyes closed.

Once Emily Blair left, exhaustion swept over Tristan Davis like a tidal wave, dragging him down into bone-deep fatigue.

The past few days had truly worn him out. He’d forced himself to power through just to make it home, then spent hours waiting at Emily’s office for someone who never showed. By the time he’d finished a midnight snack, it was pushing three-thirty in the morning.

Thinking back, he realized he hadn’t closed his eyes for nearly twenty-six hours.

Tristan switched off the kitchen light, shuffled back to his bedroom in worn-out slippers, and as soon as he collapsed onto the soft, inviting bed, sleep wrapped around his mind and pulled him under almost instantly.

But no matter how tired he was, sleep brought him no peace.

In his dream, he’d just returned to The Serenity, only to see Emma George, beaming, stuffing heaps of red cardboard boxes with candies and chocolates. He walked over to ask her what she was doing, but Emma shot him a cold look and snapped at him not to follow her.

He didn’t understand, yet his feet seemed to move on their own, trailing after Emma, and before he knew it, he’d climbed into the car. Emma sat in the backseat, barking orders for him to drive her to Vertex International. Not daring to go against Emily’s mother, he started the engine and headed out.

He was sure he’d followed the right route, but when he arrived, he found himself outside a lavishly decorated banquet hall. Bright banners and glowing lanterns hung from the entrance, bustling with guests in high spirits. He squinted, trying to decipher the gold letters on the red banner above the door.

Suddenly, Emma, now wearing a crimson dress, stepped out of the car, handing red boxes of sweets to the crowd.

Tristan followed, and as he drew closer, the letters on the banner finally came into focus: Congratulations to the bride, Emily Blair, and the groom, Andrew Lane, on their wedding...

The words hit Tristan like a sledgehammer. Fury erupted inside him. He spun around to see Emma, standing with the guests, scolding him for showing up uninvited. Just as he tried to defend himself, Emily Blair emerged from the crowd, dressed in a wedding gown and clinging to Andrew Lane’s arm, gazing up at him with adoration.

Then she turned, her eyes brimming with disdain. “Tristan, I’ve found my true love. Can’t you stop bothering me?”

Tristan trembled with rage. “Did you forget he already has a child?”

Emily shot back, “So what? I’ll love Andrew’s child as my own. Can you just mind your own business? What does any of this have to do with you?”

With a frustrated sigh, Tristan raked a hand through his hair.

Unbelievable. He was still fuming.

How could Emily Blair marry Andrew Lane?

Even if it was just a dream, it was unacceptable.

He sat up, grabbed his phone, and checked the time—6:30 a.m. By his rough count, he’d barely slept three hours.

He clicked his tongue, tossed the phone aside, and flopped back onto the bed.

He closed his eyes, hoping to fall back asleep, but after several minutes of tossing and turning, it was no use. With a groan, he snatched up his phone again, opened the browser, and typed: What does it mean if you dream about the girl you like marrying someone else?