My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 934

“Are you messing with me?”

Emily Blair ignored Andrew Lane’s call and simply texted back:

“This time it’s real. I’m not joking.”

His call ended instantly.

A moment later, another message popped up:

“Why?”

Andrew Lane:

“You like him?”

Emily Blair:

“I do. That’s why I’m with him. Is there a problem?”

At the top of the chat, the “Andrew Lane” bubble flashed to “typing…” then back to “Andrew Lane,” and then again to “typing…”—back and forth, over and over. But no message ever came through.

Expressionless, Emily typed her reply.

Maybe it was because she was with Tristan Davis now, but she found herself more attuned to emotions than before.

She could read Andrew’s feelings in the brief, hesitant texts he sent. It almost made her laugh.

Wasn’t it a bit late for Andrew Lane to play the role of heartbroken lover?

She didn’t believe for a second he was actually jealous or hurt that she’d found someone else. More likely, it was some twisted sense of possessiveness—he didn’t want her, but he didn’t want to see her with another man either.

Andrew just wanted things to stay the way they’d always been: giving her hope one moment, dashing it the next, forever keeping her dangling.

But she wasn’t the old Emily Blair anymore. She was no longer the girl whose whole world revolved around Andrew Lane.

So this time, she didn’t hesitate. She sent her message:

“I’ll be happy with Tristan Davis. Don’t you wish us well, Mr. Lane?”

The “typing…” indicator at the top of the chat disappeared instantly, replaced by his name.

Andrew called again.

“There’s no reason. I just do.”

This time, the silence dragged on.

“I see.”

Emily heard the line go dead. The busy tone rang in her ear.

In the end, Andrew Lane still hadn’t wished her happiness.

Emily didn’t dwell on it. She flopped onto her bed, cocooned herself in the covers, and went back to her messages.

Before sleep, she chatted with Tristan Davis, like she always did.

At eleven thirty, Tristan sent her a photo.

It was Benjamin Gomez and a woman, walking out of the main airport back in the capital. The woman held the hand of a now-taller Ashley Gomez.

Benjamin Gomez was home.

This time, the photo was a clear shot of their faces—no room for mistakes. The woman’s features were unmistakable.