My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 837

Tristan Davis kept things vague, his words clipped and to the point. “Family dinner,” he said.

Then, without warning, he turned the tables on Emily Blair. “What about you? Why were you at that restaurant? And why did you meet with Albert Rivera?”

Emily glanced back, clearing her throat. “Just friends. I had a few work questions for him, that’s all.”

In truth, even Emily wasn’t sure why she was lying.

Tristan didn’t let up. “What questions?”

She hesitated. “...Just some small things. Nothing important.”

He studied her profile, then said flatly, “Small things? Is there really any problem you can’t handle?”

Emily broke into a laugh. “Wow, you really think I’m that capable? Of course there are things I can’t figure out.”

Tristan stared at her for a long moment before speaking softly. “Somehow, I don’t believe you.”

Emily pulled a face, feigning helplessness. “Seriously, it was nothing. What are you imagining?”

He watched her carefully, as if searching for a crack in her story. When he found none, he finally looked away, his voice dropping. “Actually, my family set me up on a blind date today.”

He lifted his gaze to catch her reaction.

Emily’s eyes flickered, but her face held none of the expression he’d hoped for. “Oh? Did you hit it off?” she asked, her tone breezy, as if she were just fishing for gossip rather than caring at all.

Disappointment flickered across Tristan’s face as he leaned back, his voice edged with frustration. “No.”

A realization was dawning on Emily now.

Tristan and Cynthia Rivera had grown up together; their families were close, and anyone could see they’d make the perfect match. Emily didn’t need to think twice to know their parents would want to pair them up.

At that, Tristan’s brows drew together in an almost comic scowl. “What did you say? I look good with her?”

Emily shrank back a little. “...What’s wrong?”

He was visibly struggling to keep his temper in check, itching to haul Emily out and demand an explanation. But as he looked into her wide, innocent eyes, he forced himself to hold back. “Are you blind? How exactly do Cynthia and I make a good match?”

Emily pressed her lips together. “You grew up together. Your families are close.”

“So what?” Tristan leaned in, jaw tight. “That alone makes us perfect for each other?”

Emily hesitated, then added quietly, “...She’s also really pretty.”

Tristan reached out and clamped a hand over her mouth.

He honestly could not bear to hear another word about how well-matched they supposedly were. If Emily kept this up, he might just explode.