My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 88

The thought of this child's origins sent a wave of anxiety through Isabella Austin’s heart.

She sat up in bed and switched on the bedside lamp.

Suddenly—

Knock, knock.

The sound came abruptly, but it was steady and calm—there was no need to guess who it was.

It could only be Andrew Lane.

Just thinking of him made Isabella’s heart flutter, a flush rising in her chest, her eyes turning shy and bright.

Clutching the sheets, she called softly, “Come in.”

Sure enough, Andrew Lane stepped inside, dressed in cozy loungewear and fluffy slippers, a steaming mug of warm milk in his hand.

“Drink this before you go back to sleep.”

He set the milk on her nightstand, lowering his gaze. In the soft lamplight, his dark eyes lost their usual coldness and seemed wrapped in gentle warmth, his deep voice melting into the golden glow.

Isabella felt a soothing calm settle inside her. She grew even more enamored and reliant on this man.

She picked up the mug, took a sip, and only after swallowing did she murmur, “Andrew, do you really not mind?”

As soon as the words left her lips, a fresh wave of unease swept over her.

Andrew Lane was a man of wealth and influence—proud, refined, raised with every privilege.

Would a man like him really accept his wife carrying another man’s child?

And then help raise that child as his own?

Could Andrew Lane truly do that, without reservation?

Isabella didn’t dare look up at him after she asked. And for a long moment, Andrew said nothing.

Her anxiety twisted tighter. Was he regretting it? Did he want out, or maybe just wanted to cut ties with her altogether?

She even tried to convince herself that maybe she had spoken too softly, and that was why Andrew hadn’t answered.

As the silence stretched, Isabella managed a strained smile. “If you don’t want to—”

“Isabella.”

Having received his promise, Isabella’s heart brimmed with hope—and a little more boldness.

She hesitated, then ventured, her voice tinged with worry, “Andrew, about you and Emily—no, I mean, what exactly is your relationship with her?”

Again, Andrew was silent for a moment.

“There’s nothing between us. You don’t need to worry.”

Isabella’s lips curved into an unrestrained smile. Andrew patted her shoulder. “Get some sleep.”

She nodded, smiling softly. “You too. Good night.”

That night, reassured by Andrew’s words, Isabella finally slept soundly.

But not everyone found rest that night.

Take Emily Blair, for example.

When she dreamed of the accident that had taken Daisy’s life in her previous existence, Emily didn’t realize at first that it was only a dream—that she wasn’t reliving the tragedy.

She was holding Daisy in her arms in the backseat of a car, dressed in shabby clothes bought for pennies at a thrift shop. She wore no makeup, no jewelry, her hair dull and tangled around her head.