My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1322

The police had finally arrived.

She looked back toward Tristan.

The man beneath him was barely breathing, lying motionless in the dirt, practically beaten half to death.

She tried to raise her hand to tell Tristan to stop, but two officers had already approached him, grabbing his arms and pulling him off the battered thug.

She let out a shaky breath of relief.

Shifting her weight, she only just realized that someone was untying the ropes binding her.

Emily turned her head and was met with a sharply defined jawline.

"Andrew..."

Andrew met her gaze, offering a soft hum of acknowledgment before asking, "Do you still have the strength to stand?"

As he spoke, Emily felt the ropes pinned beneath her being tugged away.

She gave a slow nod. "Yeah."

Taking the cue, Andrew let go of the lower bindings and gently helped her to her feet.

He guided her hand to rest against a nearby tree trunk for support, then crouched down to unravel the rest of her restraints.

Emily stared down at the top of his head, a mess of complicated emotions swirling in her eyes.

"Mr. Lane, why don't you let me do that? You should take a breather."

Only upon hearing the voice did Emily notice Beatty standing right behind him.

Beatty stepped forward, giving Emily a brief nod before bending down to grab Andrew's wrist. "Let me handle this, Mr. Lane."

Emily looked down at Beatty's hand gripping his wrist and instinctively averted her gaze.

Andrew glanced up, locking eyes with Emily.

But her attention had already drifted back to Tristan.

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