My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1101

Tristan’s face drained of all color. He looked desperate and anxious, completely lost, standing there like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He didn’t dare take a step closer to Emily without her say-so. “Emily, I can explain.”

Emily turned away, biting the inside of her cheek, trying hard not to lose her cool.

Hilaria picked herself up off the floor, jaw clenched, and rushed at Tristan, hoping to throw her arms around him.

Tristan’s expression turned ice cold. He shoved her aside and kept his voice low but sharp. “Get out.”

He stared her down as she landed on the floor again. “I told you to leave. Why are you still here?”

His anger burned hotter with every second, especially with Emily standing there watching. He was practically vibrating with nerves and fury. “Did you drug me?” His voice was rough, demanding answers.

Hilaria froze, terrified. She’d never seen Tristan like this. He was always calm and fair, the kind of boss who never raised his voice. Right now, though, he looked like someone she didn’t even recognize. For a split second, she thought he might actually hurt her.

All she’d wanted was to stop Tristan from going through with his engagement to Cynthia. She’d acted on impulse, giving him the drug in a wild hope that she could have him first. But her plan had gone sideways when Emily burst in, and now Tristan was beyond furious. There was no way she could let him find out it was her.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper, shaking so hard she could barely get the words out. “Mr. Davis, I swear, it wasn’t me. I just wanted to help. You looked like you were really struggling, and I… I was willing…”

Tristan’s glare didn’t soften. “I don’t need you making decisions for me. I’ll find out who did it. If it was you, you’ll regret it.”

Emily looked up at him, her hand burning from the feverish heat of his skin.

She managed to keep her voice steady, even though her heart was pounding. “Tristan, I need you to explain everything. The engagement.” Her eyes flicked toward Hilaria. “And what just happened here.”

Tristan moved in closer, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hope. Even though he was clearly suffering and his head was spinning, Emily’s cool, steady gaze cut right through him.

She had never looked at him like that before. It made him feel small, like he didn’t deserve her at all.

A rush of shame hit him hard. His eyes stung, and for a second, he thought he might actually cry. How had he let things fall apart like this, not once, but twice, all in one night?