My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 718

Emily Blair suddenly heard the sound of someone quietly sobbing. She paused, a little startled, and turned to look at Alex White.

Alex was hunched forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands. She couldn’t see his expression, but his shoulders were shaking, and tears slipped through his fingers.

Emily stood frozen for a moment, then awkwardly pulled a few tissues from the pack on the dashboard and handed them over. “Here. Wipe your face.”

Alex took the tissues and roughly swiped at his face.

Guessing those would hardly be enough, Emily just handed him the whole pack.

He tried to push it back. “I’m fine.” His voice was thick with tears, though she could hear him slowly pulling himself together.

Emily pulled the tissues back and coughed lightly, uncomfortable.

It didn’t take long before Alex managed to collect himself. He sat up straight, took a deep breath, and said, “Take me to the hospital. I want to see Rose Ward’s grandmother again.”

Emily nodded. “Alright.”

Alex’s place was still a good distance from the hospital—at least half an hour’s drive.

Neither of them spoke much on the way. The atmosphere hung heavy and silent, broken only by the occasional sound of sirens from outside.

After about five minutes, Emily’s phone rang.

It was Tristan Davis. Emily didn’t bother to hide the call from Alex sitting beside her; she picked up. “What’s up?”

Tristan’s tone was less than pleased. “I just talked to your assistant. She says you’re free today. So where are you?”

Emily replied, “I’m still dealing with Isabella Austin’s case. If you’ve got something to say, spit it out—I’m driving and can’t talk long.”

“Tsk. I guess that answer will do,” Tristan said. “For a second there, I thought you’d already gotten bored of me and run off to see someone else the moment I got back.”

Emily noticed Alex glance over at her. She rolled her eyes, exasperated. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

Tristan laughed. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop bothering you. Come home early, okay? Let me know when you’re on your way—I’ll cook for you.”

Without turning her head, she spoke in a steady voice. “Did you notice that truck behind us?”

Alex, still lost in his thoughts about Isabella Austin, snapped out of it at her question and glanced back.

He frowned. “What’s up?”

Emily’s voice was low and tense. “It’s been following us for a while now.”

She licked her dry lips. “Hold on tight. I’m going to speed up.”

Alex’s brow furrowed deeply. He gripped the handle above the window, pressing himself back against the seat.

Without another word, Emily hit the gas.

Bang!

Suddenly, the truck behind them surged forward, ramming violently into the rear of her car.