My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 678

Tristan Davis didn’t click the search bar right away; instead, he stared at the line he’d just typed.

He frowned slightly, thinking the wording still wasn’t quite right, then deleted it and started over.

*Is there some kind of omen if you dream about the girl you like marrying her ex?*

He hit search. The screen quickly filled with results.

Tristan skimmed through a few pages, growing increasingly annoyed—the answers were all over the place, and none of them made any sense.

Disgusted, he scrolled through a couple more before tossing his phone into a corner of the bed and shutting his eyes.

He felt ridiculous. Letting a dream shake him up this badly, then scrambling to the internet for answers? Honestly, he was hopeless.

After all that, any trace of sleepiness was long gone. He gave up, climbed out of bed, and headed for the shower.

When he came out, towel-drying his hair, he shot off a message to Emily Blair.

*You awake?* he typed.

No reply.

Tristan checked the time—6:50 a.m.

Emily usually woke up around 7:30. Odds were good she was still asleep.

He finished drying his hair, then lounged against the headboard and killed time with a few rounds of his favorite game.

By the third round, just as the match was about to end, Emily finally replied.

*Why are you up so early?*

Tristan led his team to a quick victory, then opened her message and replied: *Had a dream where you pissed me off.*

There was a bit of a delay before she answered—she was probably getting ready for the day.

*What’d I do?* she wrote back.

Tristan gave her an annoyed look. “I’m not done. I mean dream-you, not real-you.”

Emily let out a short, cold laugh. “Definitely ridiculous.”

Emma suddenly cut in, her tone disapproving. “Emily, don’t say things like that—bad luck.”

Emily pressed her lips together. Tristan smirked and raised his eyebrows at her in triumph.

After breakfast, Emily grabbed her bag and got ready to leave for work. Before heading out, she asked Tristan, “Are you planning to rest today, or coming to the office with me?”

Tristan didn’t hesitate. “I’m going to the office.”

He sounded eager, almost like an overachieving kid—which was pretty out of character for Tristan Davis.

Emily eyed him skeptically. “You just got back. Shouldn’t you take it easy?”

Tristan gave her his most innocent blink. “Did you forget? I still owe you a month of work, remember? I just want to pay you back as soon as possible. What else could I be thinking?”