My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 893

Tristan Davis stared at his phone, still hearing the abrupt click of the call being cut off. His brows drew together and he let out a quiet, frustrated sigh.

Hilaria Vargas set a steaming mug of hangover remedy on his desk, glancing at him with a bright smile. “Mr. Davis, would you like some?”

Tristan slipped his phone into his pocket, barely glancing at the mug. “Did you make this yourself?” he asked.

She smiled, nodding with a spark of confidence in her eyes. “The delivery will still take a while, so I checked the kitchen and found everything I needed. I whipped up a bowl myself. I’m actually a pretty good cook—you should give it a try.”

Tristan’s expression didn’t change. He made no move for the mug, looking every bit as uninterested as he felt.

Hilaria’s smile faltered a little. “If you don’t want it, I can take it away and have the restaurant send over another batch with the food.”

Tristan finally glanced at her, then reached for the mug. “No need. This’ll do.”

His tone was cool and measured as he took a sip.

Hilaria’s heart skipped. She watched, almost breathless, as his lips touched the rim—he was actually drinking something she’d made. Her voice softened, a hopeful lilt to her words. “Does it taste alright, Mr. Davis?”

He drank two mouthfuls, then set the mug down, not sparing her a glance. He didn’t answer her question, instead saying, “This isn’t part of your job description. You don’t need to do it again.”

The little spark in Hilaria’s chest fizzled out instantly. Her smile faded.

She twisted her fingers together, biting her lip. “Is it… not good?” she asked in a small voice.

Tristan spun his phone in his hand, his tone icy. “Just focus on your actual responsibilities.”

Even if he’d rejected her, he’d still taken a few sips. Maybe there was hope for her yet.

A little while later, the delivery arrived. Hilaria called a few coworkers over to help distribute the lunch boxes.

With her charm, looks, and quick wit, Hilaria had always been well-liked around the office; people flocked to her whenever she asked for help. It didn’t take long before she was surrounded by a cheerful crowd.

She laughed and chatted as she handed out the food, then picked up a box that looked different from the rest. Lowering her voice, she said, “I’ve got something to take care of. Can someone bring this to Mr. Davis for me?”

Everyone protested immediately. “No way, Hilaria! We just want to eat in peace, not get grilled about deadlines. You’re his assistant—you deal with him. Please, have mercy!”

Resigned, Hilaria could only smile and take the box herself.