My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 758

Most of the time, whenever she answered a call, Isabella Austin was with Ashley Gomez. If she stepped out onto the balcony for a little longer than usual, Ashley would start sulking, making it impossible for Isabella to focus on her conversation. Every call ended up rushed and unfinished.

After this happened a few times, Dennis Lane seemed to think he was bothering her at work. The calls from him became less frequent.

The last time he called was two days ago.

Now, Isabella clutched her phone, trying to slide off Benjamin Gomez’s lap.

He pressed his hand firmly to her waist, his voice soft and deliberate. “Just answer it here.”

She frowned. “...How is that appropriate?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Why not? Stay here. I want to listen.”

Isabella hesitated, staring at her phone. “Fine, but you have to stay quiet.”

He only smiled, saying nothing.

She answered, and on the other end came the usual warm greeting—Dennis, calling from Andrew Lane’s phone. Isabella’s voice softened instinctively, her tone gentle and affectionate.

Benjamin watched her closely, his gaze darkening as he listened to her speak even more tenderly than usual.

With Ashley, Isabella was gentle too, but distracted—her eyes always distant, her mind elsewhere, her attention never truly on the little girl.

But with Dennis, her whole face lit up. Her voice was softer, every word laced with warmth she never seemed able to give Ashley.

She’d been living at Benjamin’s place for over two weeks now, but her heart was clearly still with the Lane family.

Benjamin’s eyes grew colder. His hand tightened around her waist, gripping her harder.

Isabella winced at the sudden pain. She pulled the phone away from her ear, stifling a gasp with her free hand.

No, that can’t be. Dennis must be making it up.

After all, during all the calls with Dennis, Andrew Lane had barely spoken. He only said something when Dennis insisted.

It was painfully clear: Dennis missed her desperately, while Andrew’s indifference was just as obvious.

Isabella soothed him softly. “Dennis, I still have some work to finish here, but when I come back, I promise I’ll spend every day with you, okay?”

Dennis sniffled. “You said that last time, Mom. You said you’d be back in a few days, but you’re still not home.”

Her heart melted. “Dennis, be good. I’ll come home soon, I promise.”

Dennis was always easy to comfort. A few gentle words, and he agreed, his voice small. “Okay. But you have to remember I’m waiting for you.”

They talked a little longer. Isabella ended the call with a lingering sense of regret—Andrew hadn’t said a single word. She thought, as always, that this call would end in silence and the abrupt click of goodbye.