My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 809

Emma George’s voice brimmed with urgency. “You’ve been through so much these past few days. Honestly, if Tristan hadn’t been around, taking care of you and handling all those little crises, I don’t know what I would’ve done. He’s been wonderful—he’s looked after you while you were unconscious, fussed over every detail, cooked, cleaned, and he even lives nearby.”

“Men like him are hard to find, sweetheart. You need to seize the opportunity.” Emma gave Emily Blair’s hand an encouraging pat. “If you have even the slightest interest in him, I’ll talk to him for you. The sooner you settle down, the better. Don’t wait until some other girl snatches him away.”

Emily’s heart skipped a beat. She abruptly set down her toothpick. “No, Mom, please don’t do that.”

Emma’s anxiety seemed to spike, her nerves still frayed from the recent string of misfortunes. “Then what do you want me to do?” she pressed.

Emily bit her lip, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts she couldn’t quite grasp. The confusion made her want to run and hide. She deflected, “Mom, you don’t have to worry about this. If I meet someone I want to marry, I’ll marry him. But if I don’t meet the right guy, then I’d rather just stay single. Please don’t push me—I’m not willing to settle.”

But Emma wasn’t having it. “But Tristan is great. Don’t you like him at all?”

Emily felt her face grow hot, a prickling discomfort crawling across her scalp. “Mom, please, just stop.”

Emma chased after her words. “So you really don’t like him?”

Emily’s thoughts spun out of control. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but couldn’t find the words.

After a moment of internal struggle, she gave in with resignation. “I don’t like him, so please, just drop it.”

Emma’s determination didn’t waver. “Well, even if you don’t like Tristan, I’ve got other options.”

This time, Emma was relentless. In the past, Emily had managed to dodge these marriage talks—usually, a bit of reluctance was enough for Emma to let the topic drop. But not today. Today, Emma looked like she wouldn’t give up until she got her way.

Emily felt a headache coming on as she watched her mother, out of nowhere, produce a thick stack of photos and drop them in front of her with a flourish.

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