My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 920

“Is that why you took flowers from Albert Rivera?”

Tristan’s voice broke the quiet.

Emily blinked in surprise and turned toward him.

His lips were a soft shade of red, his brows knit together in frustration, as though he was wrestling with an impossible problem. His face was tense, the air around him thick with discontent and a hint of wounded pride.

Her heartbeat slowed, if only a little. She asked him softly, “When did I ever take his flowers?”

Tristan leveled his gaze at her. “Six-thirty this afternoon, outside the Carnival Grand Hall. He gave you blue roses. And not just today—he’s been bringing you flowers for days now. Did you take them?”

The whole thing clicked into place for Emily.

Of course—Elizabeth Wilson.

She wanted to cry out that she’d been framed.

“I didn’t. I’ve never accepted flowers from him before. Today, he told me the bouquet was for a cosplayer at the carnival, and I was just passing them along. They weren’t meant for me.”

Tristan watched her for a second, then the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile. “I see.”

Emily shot him an exasperated look. “Let me guess—Elizabeth Wilson put you up to this? I swear, I’m going to have words with her.”

Suddenly, Tristan said, “Alright. Let’s go buy some flowers.”

That one sentence was enough to send Emily’s heart racing all over again.

She heard movement beside her. Turning, she saw Tristan getting out of the car and slipping into the driver’s seat.

“You…” she started.

“Let’s swing by the florist,” Tristan said, catching her gaze in the rearview mirror. His eyes were so striking, Emily found herself unable to meet them for long. “Alright?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded.

Tristan kept watching her.

After a moment, he smiled at her—a quick flash of teeth, his lips still bearing the faint marks of a recent kiss. In the dim car, the sight was almost distractingly attractive.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Emily’s heart gave a wild thump. Flustered, she turned away to stare out the window.

As Tristan started the car, the city lights blurred past. Emily tried to calm herself—anything to keep Tristan from sitting beside her, giving him any excuse to get handsy again.

She needed to pull herself together.

Calm down, calm down, she told herself, closing her eyes and drawing a slow breath.

Calm down, my ass.

Every time she shut her eyes, she saw Tristan pressing her back against the seat, kissing her with his eyes closed.

She was utterly hopeless.

Why did Tristan suddenly decide to do this?

With a helpless sigh, Emily dropped her forehead against the seat in front of her, covering her face with both hands.

Tristan caught the gesture in the rearview mirror. A faint smile flickered in his eyes, tugging up the corners of his lips, but he said nothing.

He pulled in a few minutes later at the nearest flower shop to Vertex International.

Emily stayed in the car, peering out the window.

Tristan walked up to the shop. It was close to ten at night, and the staff inside seemed to be cleaning up, getting ready to close.

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