My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 679

Emily Blair shrugged. “As long as you’re not tired, that’s all that matters.”

Tristan Davis smirked inwardly.

Tired? Not in the least.

People always say dreams are the opposite of reality, but he still couldn’t help feeling uneasy.

Now that he was back, and Andrew Lane hadn’t yet returned to Riven, he was determined to stick close to Emily Blair, giving Andrew no chance to get near her.

The driver had already pulled up outside the apartment complex. Emily and Tristan climbed into the backseat together.

Emily kept her head down, responding to work messages on her phone. After double-checking to make sure she hadn’t missed anything, she looked up and saw they still had another ten minutes before reaching the office.

With nothing better to do, Emily glanced over at Tristan and asked again about his dream. “So, what exactly did you dream about?”

Tristan shot her a sideways look. “You’re that curious?”

She smiled. “You were the one who brought it up first.”

Truthfully, Emily wasn’t all that interested. She just had time to kill.

Tristan crossed one leg over the other. “If you really want to know, I can tell you.”

“Cut the nonsense,” Emily said.

He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers. “If I tell you what I dreamed, you might actually get mad.”

Emily arched a brow. “Go on, try me. Let’s see how wild it is.”

Tristan straightened up, his tone turning cold. “I dreamt you married Andrew Lane. You told me to stay out of your business.”

Emily went completely silent—so long that Tristan couldn’t help but sneak a look at her face.

Old memories flickered through her mind, there and gone in a heartbeat.

She didn’t answer for a long time, her back turned toward Tristan.

Unable to read her expression, Tristan grew more anxious. “Say something, Emily.”

After a moment, her voice came, cool and distant. “What’s there to say?”

Andrew Lane was the first man she’d ever cared about. That alone made him different.

No matter how twisted things had become between them, Andrew still meant something to her—just not the way he used to.

It was a difference that was darker, more painful—something she didn’t have words for yet.

But one thing was certain.