My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 820

Tristan Davis pressed his lips into a thin line, brow furrowed as he let out a low, exasperated sigh.

“Grandpa, I know you’re worried I’ll refuse the marriage you’ve arranged for me and that’s why you had someone try to trick me. But things are different now. Cynthia—well, you and I both watched her grow up. She’s a good person, well-mannered, smart, and our families have known each other for years. She’s practically family, your childhood friend—she’s a perfect match for you, and both sides would approve—”

Tristan cut him off. “Grandpa, I’m never going to agree to this arrangement. I never planned to marry Cynthia Rivera, and I never will.”

“You never planned to? Well, start planning now. It’s not too late to think about it.”

Steven Davis’s voice grew heavy. “Tristan, you’re young, but I thought you understood: marrying Cynthia would bring you a world of benefits. The Rivera family could do a lot for you. If you say no now, you’ll regret it later. I’m giving you advice because I’ve lived long enough to know better—take it. At least your life would be easier.”

“I don’t want to, and that’s final.” Tristan’s tone was firm. “Grandpa, there’s nothing more to discuss. I’m not agreeing to this.”

“If you only called me back just to have this talk, then I’m not coming home.”

Seeing how stubborn Tristan was, Steven Davis’s patience finally snapped. “Tristan Davis, what’s with your attitude? I’m your grandfather—would I ever do anything to harm you?”

Tristan’s face darkened. He replied, voice tight, “Grandpa, take care of your health. I have things to do. I’m hanging up now.”

“You—”

Steven’s voice crackled through the phone, thick with anger, but Tristan ended the call without hesitation.

He gripped his phone tightly, propping his elbow on the balcony railing as he stared out into the distance. He exhaled hard and closed his eyes.

His chest felt tight and restless, frustration etched across his features.

Tristan forced himself to stand there for a moment, letting the cool air wash over him until the tension in his face finally eased. Only then did he turn back toward the living room.

Inside, Elizabeth Wilson was deep in animated conversation with Emily Blair. Emily’s laughter rang out, sometimes bright and genuine, sometimes tinged with exasperation, her expressions lively and captivating. To Tristan, it was as if she’d found the softest place in his heart and settled in.

He shot Elizabeth a look. “What are you scheming now?”

Elizabeth just laughed, clearly amused. “If you don’t want to sit here, just say so. I’ll stay put.”

Tristan arched a brow, pretending to be desperate. “Come on, let me sit.”

Elizabeth flashed a knowing smile, as if everything had gone exactly as she expected. “Fine, fine, we’ll switch.”

Emily watched the two of them, looking both exasperated and amused by their childishness.

Tristan collapsed onto the sofa, laughing and rubbing his forehead.

“All right, all right, you win,” he said finally, catching his breath. “You keep the seat.”