My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 912

Tristan Davis was downstairs—and heading up.

Emily Blair paused for a moment, her expression flickering.

Albert Rivera noticed the change in her demeanor. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Emily glanced up, locking her phone. “Oh… I just have a friend stopping by.”

Albert looked a little surprised. “Now?”

Emily nodded.

He guessed, “Is it Ms. Wilson?”

Emily shook her head. “No, someone else.”

She set her phone on the table, but as her elbow grazed the edge, she accidentally knocked over a takeout container filled with clear broth. The liquid immediately spilled across the tabletop.

For a split second, Emily didn’t react. It was only when she heard Albert’s voice beside her that she snapped out of it.

Albert had grabbed her phone, now splattered with broth, with one hand and pushed her keyboard out of harm’s way with the other.

The broth dripped steadily onto the floor, splashing her shoes and soaking into the carpet. Some had even splashed onto Albert’s clothes as he reached over.

Moving a beat too late, Emily righted the fallen container and snatched up a handful of napkins, hurriedly blotting the mess on the table.

“I’m so sorry. Let me clean this up—it’s my fault. And now your jacket’s all stained,” she apologized.

Albert gave a light, easy laugh. “Don’t worry about it. Just wipe your phone first.”

Emily spread napkins across the table and floor, then took her phone from Albert and carefully wiped away the broth.

She noticed Albert standing there, both hands held awkwardly in the air, still damp with broth. She handed him a few napkins.

He accepted them, methodically drying his hands.

Emily’s eyes drifted to his suit jacket, noticing a faint stain and a few stray parsley leaves clinging to the dark fabric. Seeing that Albert was busy cleaning himself up, Emily took another clean napkin and dabbed at his jacket for him.

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