My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 828

Cynthia Rivera pressed her lips together, silent for a moment before muttering under her breath, “Why do you even care?”

The man didn’t catch it. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing!”

Cynthia lifted her head, trying to get a better look at the man’s face. The moment she recognized him, she froze.

Standing before her was the very man who had just exchanged numbers with Emily Blair.

She stared at him, eyes wide with unmistakable shock.

Albert Rivera took a step back under her intense gaze, keeping his composure. “Is there a problem?”

Suddenly, Cynthia shot up and grabbed him by the collar. “Don’t you dare run!”

Albert’s brow furrowed. He raised his hands, trying to free himself from her grip as he backed away. “Ma’am, let’s talk about this. There’s no need for—”

But Cynthia only tightened her hold, locking eyes with him. “Are you—is it you who was just talking to Emily Blair?”

Albert hesitated at her question.

The woman before him had clearly been crying, her eyes and nose red, yet she still managed to glare at him fiercely.

She must have been the woman sobbing by the roadside just moments ago. Albert took a deep breath, patience thinning. “You know Emily Blair?”

Cynthia’s jaw clenched; she practically growled, “Of course I know her!”

Albert studied her angry, indignant expression, cautiously asking, “You two have some history?”

Cynthia looked absolutely livid, her voice rising. “Obviously!”

Albert waited, curious despite himself—after all, this was his potential blind date. “What happened between you?”

Cynthia’s chest heaved with each shaky breath. Tears welled up in her eyes again, threatening to spill over.

Then, all at once, she shouted, “Why should I tell you anything?!”

But Cynthia wasn’t listening, gripping him tighter. “Tell me the truth! Are you and Emily Blair dating?”

What a lunatic. Why had he ever thought he’d get useful information about Emily Blair from this madwoman?

Albert’s gentle expression vanished, replaced by a cold warning. “Ma’am, let go. Now.”

Cynthia refused, holding on stubbornly. “Just answer me and I’ll let go! What’s going on between you and Emily Blair?”

Albert’s patience finally snapped. He grabbed her wrists, pried her hands off, and shoved her away with a sharp movement.

Cynthia stumbled back, staring at him in disbelief. “Did you just push me?”

Albert took another steadying breath, voice clipped. “Ma’am, show some respect.”

Suddenly, Cynthia’s lip trembled, her whole face crumpling in wounded outrage. She looked at him as if he’d been the one to wrong her, voice shaking. “You’re all the same, always picking on me. Everyone’s out to hurt me.”

Albert was done. He straightened his collar, turned on his heel, and walked away without looking back.