My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 927

Thinking back on it now, she could finally understand why she’d agreed.

Over the years, plenty of men had confessed their feelings for her—some with persistence that bordered on obsession. She’d always handled it with ease, never flustered, never embarrassed, brushing off their advances as smoothly as she might delegate a task at work.

Sometimes, after watching her politely but firmly shut someone down, Elizabeth Wilson would whistle in amazement at her cool detachment, joking that she was destined to die alone at this rate.

But when Tristan Davis confessed to her, her composure vanished. Her scalp tingled, her heartbeat raced, her breath quickened, and her cheeks and ears burned red. She couldn’t keep her cool; shame overwhelmed her, making it impossible to even look Tristan in the eye.

Now, looking back, she realized it wasn’t shame at all—it was shyness.

Her own reaction had given her the answer to all her confusion and uncertainty.

Tristan Davis was nothing like the others—nothing like Albert Rivera or any of those persistent admirers.

With everyone else, she could be calm because she simply didn’t care. She was detached, rational—her heart untouched.

But with Tristan, she couldn’t pretend. Deep down, she’d always harbored something different for him, something she’d tried not to acknowledge. And that made it impossible to face his confession with her usual calm.

Yes, there was shyness—plenty of it. But beneath that shyness, something stronger surged up: happiness, wild and overwhelming.

All these years, without realizing it, an empty “reservoir” inside her had slowly filled up. And when the thunderstorm finally hit, it overflowed in a tidal wave that swept away her reason.

She couldn’t bear to see Tristan standing there, anxious and vulnerable, waiting for her answer. She didn’t want to leave him hanging, unsure.

She wanted, when Tristan kissed her, to answer that overflowing love with her own.

Now she knew—she hadn’t said yes out of impulse. She’d chosen him with her heart, plain and simple.

The last time she’d felt this way was… another lifetime ago.

To Emily Blair, the feeling of falling for someone seemed like a distant memory.

But it wasn’t so bad, she thought, to experience it again.

“Emily Blair, Emily Blair…”

Elizabeth Wilson’s voice jolted her out of her reverie.

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