My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 906

Emily Blair grabbed a throw pillow and chucked it at her. “You’re seriously asking me? Stop stirring the pot! If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll really have to deal with you.”

Elizabeth Wilson clung to her arm, relentless. “Come on, tell me! What did Tristan Davis say to you? Was he mad? Worried? Did he want to drop everything and rush over?”

Emily shot her a look. “What are you even imagining? None of that happened. I already explained everything.”

“Explained?” Elizabeth echoed, suspicious.

“Just—don’t go dragging Tristan into this,” Emily said, her tone flat. “There’s nothing worth talking about, and it just gets awkward if you bring it up.”

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow, her gaze full of mischief. “Awkward? Come on, it’s just a little gossip! Why would you need to explain anything, unless there’s something going on? People only explain this kind of thing if they’re dating or… you know, more than friends. If you two are just buddies, there’s nothing to explain, right?”

She put extra emphasis on “just buddies,” making her point loud and clear.

Emily’s eyes flickered away, her voice steady. “If you’d stop making a fuss, I wouldn’t need to explain anything.”

After years of friendship, Elizabeth could read her like an open book. She leaned in, eyes shining. “Look me in the eye and tell me: why do you feel the need to explain yourself to Tristan? And why does he care enough to ask?”

“So… what exactly are you two now?”

Emily ignored her.

Elizabeth reached over, trying to turn Emily’s face toward her. “Hey, look at me.”

Emily turned away, refusing.

Elizabeth gave a dramatic sigh. “See? Why are you dodging me? If there’s really nothing between you and Tristan, why not just say so?”

“Quit it,” Emily muttered, grabbing the event schedule from the coffee table.

Elizabeth just hummed knowingly. “We’ll see soon enough if I’m right.”

At that moment, the door swung open from the hallway.

“Tristan’s friend. Cynthia Rivera.”

Elizabeth’s face lit up in recognition. “Wait—Cynthia Rivera? As in, the childhood friend?”

Emily nodded. “That’s her.”

Elizabeth nudged Emily’s shoulder. “Childhood friends, grew up together, both from the same world—she’s dangerous, you know.”

Emily shot her a look. “What is that brain of yours full of?”

“I’m serious! You need to watch out,” Elizabeth insisted.

Emily waved her off, pretending not to care. “There’s nothing to watch out for.”

But even as she said it, her thoughts drifted to the fact that Tristan and Cynthia had once been set up by their families—and as far as she knew, the Davis family had been very pleased with Cynthia Rivera.