My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 879

Tristan Davis asked, “But what?”

Emily Blair let out a short, derisive laugh. “But the moment that brat opened his mouth, he accused me of being the one who pushed him into the water.”

At that, Tristan’s brow furrowed. “That kid, honestly.”

Emily took another sip of her milk tea, gazing at the crowd gathering in front of the concert hall. “Forget it. He apologized in the end, so I’ll just consider it a day at the pool.”

Tristan leaned in, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “You finally got to play the hero, only to be blamed for it. Feeling wronged?”

Emily pursed her lips, thinking it over for a moment.

“A little, maybe. But I’ll live.” She flashed a quick, confident grin. “Although, if I had to do it over again, I wouldn’t bother saving him.”

Tristan chuckled. “Come on, I know you. You talk a tough game, but you’ve got a soft heart. If it happened again, you’d still jump in after him.”

Emily huffed in protest.

He reached over and ruffled the back of her head, laughing softly. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have gone to buy drinks.”

She hunched her shoulders, ducking away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If I’d been there, I would’ve had your back. No way I’d let you take the heat alone.”

A strange warmth flickered in Emily’s chest.

She glanced away, a little awkward. “Well, it’s too late for that now.”

Tristan just smiled and didn’t say anything more.

They sat together, listening to the music for a while. The sea breeze had all but dried Emily’s damp pants by now, but when a chill ran through her, Tristan noticed almost instantly and pulled her to her feet.

As Emily reached the changing room, an airport attendant approached, holding another branded shopping bag. The woman gave her a polite smile. “Excuse me, are you Emily Blair?”

“That’s me,” Emily replied. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, perfect! I’ve been waiting for you.” The attendant handed over the bag. “A gentleman asked me to give this to you.”

Emily hesitated, not taking the bag right away. “Which gentleman?”

She already had the one Tristan gave her—who could this be from?

The attendant shook her head. “He’s one of our VIP clients. I’m afraid I can’t give out any personal information.”

With that, the attendant pressed the bag into Emily’s hand, smiled, and walked away.

Now, standing in front of the changing room, Emily stared at the two shopping bags in her hands—one from Tristan, the other from a complete stranger—her brows knitting together in confusion.