My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 921

Emily Blair’s brows twitched ever so slightly.

Tristan Davis sounded composed, but she could easily hear the tension and nervousness woven into his voice.

That anxious edge softened something inside her, made her heart ache just a little.

Slowly, Emily lifted her head and met Tristan’s striking eyes.

“Go ahead,” she said, her tone gentle.

Tristan thrust a bouquet into her arms, his lips pulling into an awkward, nervous smile that looked almost painful.

“Emily, I like you. Be with me,” he blurted out.

Her cheeks flamed red. Emily clutched the flowers, blinking rapidly, barely daring to breathe.

Oh my god. Tristan’s serious. He’s not joking.

After his confession, Tristan pressed his lips together and stared at her, saying nothing more.

She waited a moment, blinking slowly. “…That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?”

He hesitated, flustered. “Should I… say more?”

Emily’s heart fluttered somewhere between her throat and her stomach, so tangled she could barely speak.

“I don’t know…” she muttered, hugging the bouquet tighter and turning away, trying to escape the intensity of his gaze.

Head bowed, her thoughts in a jumble, Emily absently fiddled with the baby’s breath tucked among the blooms, lowering her head to smell them out of nervous habit.

Emily’s eyes widened in shock. She looked up at him.

Meeting her gaze, Tristan reached up and gently covered her eyes with his hand. “…Don’t look at me like that. I get nervous.”

She blinked, dazed, then managed a soft “Okay,” lips curling into a secret smile.

He continued, “I managed to escape, and that’s when I ran into you. I was out of my mind, and at first I thought you were with them. I… I was awful to you, snapped at you, but you didn’t hold it against me. You took me to the hospital instead. I remember you standing beside my bed while I got the IV. You were smiling the whole time. I thought you looked beautiful—your eyes, your nose, your smile… everything about you.”

Emily’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. “Alright, alright, enough with the compliments. I know I’m pretty, okay?”

“Just let me finish,” Tristan said, his voice earnest. “Back then, I didn’t understand how someone could fit my idea of perfect in every way. I just thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen and wanted to see you more. Later, you asked me to be your teacher, practically dragged me into your start-up…”

“Not sure if you remember, but once when you’d been out for a business dinner with an investor, I came down with a fever. You took me to the hospital again. You probably didn’t notice, but I was put in the same bed as that first night. I remember lying there, watching you rush around—getting me water, peeling apples, still finding time to smile at me. It was the hottest summer in ten years, sweat pouring down your face. I wanted to wipe it away for you, but you stepped out to take a business call. Even then, you were juggling everything—taking care of me and handling work at the same time.”