My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 791

After Tristan Davis left, Emily Blair reached for her phone on the nightstand. The battery was fully charged—Tristan must have plugged it in while she was sleeping.

The moment she unlocked her phone, she was greeted by a barrage of notifications, most of them work-related.

Propping herself against the headboard, Emily began replying to messages, her attention focused on the screen. The door creaked open and someone stepped inside.

She glanced up, surprised. “Back so soon?”

But it wasn’t Tristan.

Jesse stood in the doorway, offering her a sheepish smile tinged with guilt. “Ms. Blair.”

“Come in, have a seat,” Emily said gently.

Jesse hesitated, shuffling in slowly, clearly uncomfortable. His eyes darted around the room, and after a moment’s indecision, he remained standing.

“Go ahead, sit down,” Emily repeated.

He forced a small, awkward grin. “I think I’ll stay standing, if that’s okay.”

Emily didn’t push it.

For a moment, Jesse was silent, visibly conflicted. At last, he spoke in a low, remorseful voice. “Ms. Blair, I owe you an apology. If I hadn’t stepped out that day, you wouldn’t have been taken. I let Tristan down, and I let you down too.”

Emily set her phone aside, half amused, half exasperated. “You two really are in sync. Tristan just apologized to me for the same thing, and now here you are, doing it too.”

Jesse scratched his head, looking lost. “Really…?”

Her tone was gentle but firm. “There’s nothing to apologize for. It wasn’t your fault. Even if you hadn’t left, they would’ve found another opportunity. You can’t follow me every second of every day, can you?”

Jesse still looked troubled, eyes downcast. “I just… I left because I was hungry. If I hadn’t—”

Jesse glanced at her. “He was the one who pulled you out of there and brought you to the hospital.”

Emily was silent for several seconds, her face calm, giving nothing away.

Jesse ventured, “Tristan didn’t tell you?”

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “No. But it doesn’t matter. Whoever else helped, I’m still grateful to you for saving me.”

Jesse hovered awkwardly near the bed, shifting his weight from foot to foot, as if wanting to say more. “Um, Ms. Blair…”

Emily’s tone was still soft. “Is there something else?”

Jesse seemed at a loss, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Well, even though Andrew was the one who brought you out, Tristan was really worried about you the whole time. When you were taken, he went to look for Alex White, but that happened to be the opposite direction from where the kidnappers took you. He was too far away to get there in time, but he never stopped calling me, and he coordinated a search team too, it’s just that, well…”