My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 850

There was another folder inside this directory, simply named “Secret.”

Emily Blair was certain she hadn’t opened a single folder on Tristan’s computer just now. It must’ve been some kind of glitch—the folder had just popped up by itself.

She stared at the folder, curiosity stirring in her chest.

Tristan Davis, of all people, had a folder called “Secret” hidden away on his computer. The idea that she might have stumbled upon one of Tristan’s secrets gave her an unexpected thrill.

She couldn’t help but wonder what was inside.

Was it something related to his work? Or maybe some other private thing he kept hidden from everyone else?

If this were a scene from a romcom, the “Secret” folder would probably be full of photos of the girl he liked.

Just imagining it made Emily’s heart skip and her cheeks burn with a strange, unfamiliar excitement.

That little rush pushed her to grip the mouse and hover the cursor over the folder.

But this was Tristan’s secret. And she’d been his friend for five years.

If anything, friendship meant she shouldn’t be snooping around in his private things.

Emily hesitated, then moved the mouse away, clicking on the corner to close the folder. But the computer was still lagging—no matter how many times she clicked, the window wouldn’t close.

She gave up, collapsing back onto the couch and deciding to wait for Tristan to bring out their midnight snack.

Just as she was thinking about it, she glanced toward the kitchen and saw Tristan emerging, carrying two steaming bowls of tortellini in broth.

He caught her gaze immediately—her eyes practically pleading with hunger—and couldn’t help but laugh as he set the bowls on the table. “Hungry, aren’t you? Come eat. I know it’s just frozen tortellini, but I think it turned out pretty well. Should be just your thing.”

Emily waved him over.

Tristan walked over, crouching down beside her, his striking eyes crinkling with a teasing smile. “What’s up?”

Emily pointed at the computer. “That folder popped up on its own. I swear, I didn’t open it. Your computer glitched out, and now I can’t close it.”

“Oh.” Emily’s excitement fizzled, and she pushed herself up from the coffee table. “Well, I’m starving. Let’s eat.”

Tristan chuckled. “Go ahead, I already got you a spoon.”

Emily slipped on her slippers and shuffled to the table. As Tristan watched her retreating figure, he reached for the mouse and opened the “Secret” folder.

There wasn’t much inside—just a few subfolders, each named with a single digit.

Together, the digits added up to the date he and Emily first met.

Staring at the screen, Tristan couldn’t help but smile to himself.

The computer glitch? That had been his doing—a little program he’d written to make the “Secret” folder pop up at just the right moment.

He was far too shy to tell Emily how he felt, but he wanted her to know, in his own way.

At first, he’d considered putting her photos in the folder, but the idea felt too creepy. Instead, he’d chosen something subtler: the date their story began.