My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 747

Tristan Davis stared at her, suddenly looking a little uneasy. He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck and muttered something under his breath.

At that moment, Emily Blair had just pulled out her phone to check her messages and didn’t catch what he said. Once she finished reading, she glanced up. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

Tristan kept his eyes on her for a moment, then leaned in a little closer. “Don’t you know what I’m feeling?”

Right as he spoke, Emily’s phone started ringing. Most of her attention was still on the work notification Elizabeth Wilson had just sent, so Tristan’s words barely registered. She honestly hadn’t heard him clearly.

As she answered the call, she turned to Tristan. “I didn’t catch that—can you say it again later?”

Tristan was speechless.

The courage he’d finally managed to gather deflated in an instant, like a balloon pricked with a pin. There was no way he was going to say it a third time.

Emily, meanwhile, was deep in conversation with Elizabeth about work. Their game, Rabbit Gang, had been doing spectacularly well. During the weeks Emily was out sick, the game had drawn a surge of online attention, with downloads and in-game purchases skyrocketing. It had become a runaway hit.

Elizabeth wanted to strike while the iron was hot and bring in a celebrity spokesperson to boost its profile even more.

Getting a big-name ambassador was a proven marketing strategy—Vertex International had done it before with other games, and Emily wasn’t about to disagree. She told Elizabeth to have the marketing team put together a shortlist of potential celebrities; they could all meet later to decide.

After hanging up, Emily fired off a few more work replies before finally looking up at Tristan. “Sorry, what were you saying? I really didn’t hear you just now.”

Tristan’s expression was icy. “Emily, could you possibly brush me off any more obviously?”

Andrew’s expression was cool and severe, his voice flat. “Is this hospital owned by your family? Am I not allowed to visit?”

Tristan gave a small, mocking smile. “Of course not. It’s a public hospital.”

He stepped in a little closer, kettle in hand, smirking. “Still, I’d think you’d want to spend more time with your family. You’ve got a wife and kid at home, yet here you are, chasing after another woman. Not really the most ethical behavior, is it? Does Mrs. Lane know how often you stop by here?”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed, his tone dropping a notch. “And you’re saying this to me from what position, exactly?”

Tristan didn’t miss a beat. He remembered that, in front of Andrew, he and Emily were supposed to be a couple. He flashed a confident grin.

“As Emily Blair’s boyfriend, of course,” Tristan replied, giving Andrew a look of feigned regret. “Mr. Lane, I don’t think you’re in any position to judge me, are you?”