My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 903

Emily Blair pressed her phone to her ear again. “Is there something you need? You can just say it over the phone.”

Just then, without so much as a knock, someone pushed open the office door from the hallway.

Cynthia Rivera’s loud voice carried in, “Tristan, are you thirsty? Want me to get you a glass of water?”

Tristan didn’t even try to hide his annoyance.

Emily, too, fell silent. The voice sounded familiar.

With her finger idly scratching at the corner of a book page, Emily said, “You should get back to work. Just text me later.”

This time, Emily hung up right away; she didn’t bother waiting for a response.

When Cynthia walked in, her eyes landed on Tristan glaring at his phone, lips pressed into a hard line, his expression clouded with impatience.

As she approached, Tristan finally looked up, his gaze sharp and a little cold.

Cynthia’s heart skipped. She wrung her hands in front of her, whispering, “Did I… did I do something wrong?”

The edge in Tristan’s eyes faded quickly. He set his phone aside and circled behind his desk to sit down. “It’s nothing.”

Cynthia studied his face, inching closer. “Are you in a bad mood?”

Tristan set his pen back in its holder and leaned into his chair. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

He clearly didn’t want to talk to her.

Cynthia bit her lip. “I just wanted to ask if you wanted some water.”

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