My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 929

He shook his head. “I haven’t been waiting long.”

Tristan Davis’s skin felt soft and warm. Emily Blair brushed her fingertips over his hand a couple more times before letting go. “Let’s head inside.”

But Tristan caught her hand, threading his fingers between hers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Alright.”

Inside the restaurant’s main hall, Emily shrugged off her trench coat and draped it over the back of her chair.

With their heads close together, they quietly debated what to order. When the waiter took their menus, Tristan poured her a glass of water and said, “After dinner, let’s catch a movie. I got us seats together—just the two of us.”

Emily smiled softly. “Whatever you say.”

After pouring the water, Tristan reached for her hand again, lacing his fingers tightly with hers. His bright, sincere eyes flickered, lingering briefly on her lips.

Emily glanced at him, her voice just above a whisper. “Thinking about kissing me again?”

Tristan’s eyes sparkled even more. He was never one to hide what he wanted. “Can I?”

“There are people everywhere,” Emily murmured, glancing around before giving his palm a gentle squeeze. “Let’s wait till we’re outside.”

He looked a little disappointed, but nodded. “Alright.”

They kept talking, hands still entwined, when suddenly a voice called out from behind.

“Emily?”

She turned, recognizing the speaker immediately.

It was Albert Rivera.

She nodded politely. “What a coincidence.”

Compared to Emily’s easy friendliness, Tristan seemed much less interested in pleasantries. He simply stared at Albert with an unreadable expression, not bothering to offer so much as a hello—instead, he squeezed Emily’s hand even tighter.

She wasn’t sure what to say.

Tristan answered for her. “That’s right.”

Albert blinked, remembering the cold look Tristan had given him after he and Emily had spent some time alone the previous evening. He gave a helpless little laugh. “You’re not saying it’s because of me, are you?”

Before Tristan could reply, Emily pinched his hand hard, silently urging him to let it go.

He glanced at her, then lowered his head, falling silent.

Emily offered a small smile. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

She might have denied it, but Albert had already pieced together most of the truth.

He gave a soft sigh. “Emily, I know I’ve been pursuing you for a while. It stings to see you with someone else, but, well…as your friend, I just want you to be happy.”