My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 913

From Tristan Davis’s vantage point, Albert Rivera stood with his back to him, while Emily Blair was facing his direction—but her figure was almost entirely eclipsed by Albert’s broad shoulders.

To Tristan, the two of them looked so close together, it might as well have been an embrace.

He’d been standing there for some time now.

Maybe it was because the office was nearly empty, but Emily and Albert hadn’t bothered to close the door while they talked. So even though this was technically a private conversation, Tristan could see everything with perfect clarity.

For once, he hated having such sharp eyesight.

His face was unreadable, the corners of his eyes—usually tilted in faint amusement—now drooping in shadow. He stood right at the edge where light met darkness, half of his body swallowed by the gloom, his eyes deep and fathomless, as if he were about to blend into the shadows themselves.

When Emily finally walked over and spotted him, her face froze in surprise. Tristan couldn’t help but wonder—was it guilt that made her look so startled when she saw him? Had she done something she shouldn't have?

He cared about the messages Elizabeth Wilson had sent him, but not to the extent Elizabeth seemed to hope. He hadn’t witnessed any of it firsthand, and Elizabeth had a habit of exaggerating. So, he hadn’t let it get to him too much; he figured Emily would explain.

Still, he found himself replaying the video Elizabeth had sent—Emily accepting flowers from Albert. Was she really moved by Albert’s pursuit?

As Emily approached, a bright smile on her lips, Tristan wondered whether she’d been smiling like that when talking to Albert just now. Did she beam even more when she accepted those flowers?

She stopped right in front of him, looked up, and smiled. “What are you doing here?”

Tristan didn’t answer immediately. He glanced at Emily, then at Albert.

“I came to find you,” he said at last.

He looked over at Albert. “And you are…?”

Emily stepped in quickly, gesturing between the two men. “This is Mr. Cox from International Finance. And this is my friend, Tristan Davis.”

Albert nodded politely, offering a courteous smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Tristan’s own greeting was flat, his tone icy. “Hello.”

Albert said gently, “You should go pack up your things. There’s still a bit left.”

“I know,” Emily replied.

She waved at Tristan. “Wait here—I’ll be done in a minute.”

But Tristan followed after them, his expression stony. “I’ll come with you.”

Emily glanced back, raising an eyebrow, then nodded slowly. “Alright, suit yourself.”

Tristan followed them into the office, then stood off to the side, watching as Emily and Albert gathered her things and tossed out some takeout containers.

The logo on the takeout box caught Tristan’s eye, and his mood darkened further.

It was from Emily’s favorite local spot—the one they’d visited countless times together. She always insisted on ordering their shrimp dumplings, never just one basket, always several.