My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 736

Emily Blair’s wheelchair was remote-controlled; most of the time, she didn’t need Andrew Lane pushing her from behind.

But Andrew was stubborn. Even when she already had the remote in hand, he insisted on standing behind her, gripping the wheelchair handles.

She’d tried telling him to stop, but each time she caught his hands on the handles, she simply let go and stopped controlling the chair herself. The pain in her body was relentless—if she could avoid extra movement, she would.

Andrew pushed her out of the hospital’s main building. Outside, the night sky was almost pitch black except for a few faint stars scattered overhead. The courtyard was lined with tall, leafy trees that cast deep shadows, giving the place an eerie, secluded feel.

Thankfully, the streetlights offered a warm glow, and a few people were chatting under the trees, making the place feel less desolate.

She immediately spotted Tristan Davis, sitting alone on a stone bench beneath one of the trees.

He leaned against the trunk, hands in his pockets, head tilted back. Emily couldn’t tell if he was dozing off or simply staring up at the sky.

Her gaze lingered on Tristan, her feelings a tangled mess.

Andrew followed the direction of her eyes and caught sight of Tristan as well. His expression grew cold.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked.

The question startled her. It took Emily a moment to realize Andrew was speaking to her.

She pressed her lips together.

Emily did want to go over to Tristan, but something told her it wasn’t right for Andrew to push her over there, not when the three of them would end up facing each other like this.

Andrew waited patiently for her answer, not pressing her.

As she hesitated, Tristan suddenly lowered his head and looked right at her through the half-light, his gaze unwavering even across the distance.

She remembered how striking his eyes were, but in the dimness, she couldn’t read what he was feeling. All she knew was that he was watching her—never looking away.

A shiver ran down her spine. For a brief, ridiculous moment, she wanted to flee.

Andrew broke the silence. “Do you want to go over?”

Tristan was still watching.

Emily tried to suppress her nerves and gave a small nod. “If you don’t mind.”

Andrew stopped the wheelchair, watching Tristan’s retreating figure disappear around the corner. He glanced down at Emily, reading her face.

So she’d come all this way just to see Tristan.

A strange heaviness settled in Andrew’s chest.

He asked, “Is there anywhere else you want to go?”

Tristan had already vanished from sight.

Emily waited, just to see if he’d come back. He didn’t.

Finally, she said softly, “Let’s go back.”

Andrew nodded and pushed her wheelchair toward the hospital entrance.

They returned to her room not long after. Emily wasted no time in seeing him off. “Mr. Lane, it’s late—you should go home.”

Inside the quiet hospital room, they didn’t talk much. Andrew just sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking perfectly at ease in the silence.