My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 866

Emily Blair’s irritation was obvious, her words rushed. “Fine, I’ll go with you. Just stop acting like this.”

Honestly, she’d had enough. This widower—barely a week after his wife’s funeral—already coming to her, desperate for attention.

Andrew Lane seemed oblivious to her protest, only insisting, “Let’s get out of here first.”

“There’s no need. Just let go of me, I—”

Before she could finish, the lights suddenly flared to life, flooding the hallway in bright, blinding white. Emily squeezed her eyes shut, caught off guard by the sudden glare.

Her breathing quickened as she clenched her teeth. “The lights are back on. Now let me go.”

She felt Andrew’s arm slowly loosen from around her waist, and only then did her heart start to settle down. Taking a shaky breath, Emily opened her eyes.

And froze.

Tristan Davis stood at the far end of the corridor, his face set in a thunderous scowl, eyes dark and unyielding. His suit jacket hung open, hair disheveled, chest rising and falling with each labored breath—he’d obviously run here.

His gaze locked first on Emily, then shifted past her to Andrew Lane. Tristan’s hands were balled into fists at his sides, lips pressed into a thin, furious line.

Emily’s words stuck in her throat. Mortification crept up from her toes, leaving her tongue-tied and burning with embarrassment. She couldn’t tell if Tristan had seen Andrew holding her, but the look on his face left little room for doubt.

Tristan’s eyes flicked from her face to the man behind her.

He gave a mirthless little chuckle. “Mr. Lane, what brings you here?”

Emily’s eyes darted nervously. She was pretty sure Tristan had just shot her a look.

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