My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 818

Emily Blair frowned, a strange mix of emotions churning inside her. “Why are you asking me this? Do I really have to tell you? It’s not like this is important enough for me to sit Tristan Davis down and spell it out.”

Elizabeth Wilson paused, momentarily caught off guard.

It suddenly hit her—Emily really did see herself and Tristan as just friends.

And for friends, going on a blind date wasn’t anything worth announcing. There was nothing to report.

Except, the problem was, Tristan might not see Emily as just a friend. If he found out she’d gone on a blind date behind his back, it would be a disaster—a truly messy, no-way-out situation.

Given how oblivious and naive Emily could be, Elizabeth decided to shatter the illusion between her and Tristan, once and for all.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed that Tristan likes you?”

To be honest, when Emily heard those words, her mind blanked for a moment. Her mouth went dry, her scalp prickled, and her heart started racing.

After all the hints—some subtle, some not so subtle—and all the special attention from Tristan, how could she not have guessed? Of course she had. But what did it matter? Tristan himself had never said anything. Without hearing it directly from him, it was just speculation.

So Emily said, “You’re reading too much into things.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Am I? If you don’t believe me, go ask Tristan yourself.”

Emily shot her a look. “If you’re so curious, you ask him. I’m not doing it.”

First of all, what position was she in to ask him something like that? She obviously had no grounds to bring it up.

Second, what if he denied it? That would just be awkward.

Third, what if he admitted it was true? That would be even worse—then what? Where would that leave them? She had no idea.

“You say you’re not interested now, but for all I know, you’ll come home tonight gushing that you’ve found Prince Charming.” Elizabeth’s tone was stern.

Emily could only sigh. “Do I look like the type? I’ve met more than my share of impressive men over the years—a whole parade of them, and none have ever made me feel anything, not even the rich, charming ones. And Albert Rivera? He’s not that special. Seriously, you’re overthinking this.”

Elizabeth felt herself persuaded again.

She was right—compared to Tristan Davis, Albert Rivera really wasn’t all that remarkable.

If Emily hadn’t fallen for someone as amazing as Tristan, there was no way Albert was going to sweep her off her feet.

With a sigh, Elizabeth found herself feeling sorry for Tristan.

Meanwhile, compared to the minor chaos unfolding between Emily and Elizabeth, things weren’t going much smoother on Tristan Davis’s side of things either.