My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1125

A knock rattled the door of the private room.

Tristan froze, his steps halfway to the table, fist still clenched in the air. Andrew watched him in silence, his gaze dark and unreadable.

The knocking kept going.

Tristan took a few slow, steady breaths. He shot Andrew a glare, dropped his hand, and turned to open the door.

It was just the kitchen staff, bringing in their food.

One after another, steaming, fragrant dishes appeared on the table. The plates looked incredible, but Tristan barely glanced at them. His appetite had vanished. All he could focus on was Andrew, sitting across from him, making everything taste sour.

The waiters could feel the tension in the room. They kept their eyes lowered, quietly set out the food, and slipped away as quickly and quietly as possible.

The interruption helped. Tristan’s anger cooled a little, just enough for him to look at Andrew without wanting to break something.

“Eat,” Andrew said, calm as ever.

He looked completely unbothered, which made Tristan want to grind his teeth to dust.

Tristan lifted his chin. “You go ahead, Mr. Lane. I have plans. My girlfriend’s taking me out later.”

Andrew paused, chopsticks in hand, then smiled. “Did you already forget what I just told you, Mr. Davis?”

Tristan narrowed his eyes, but didn’t answer.

Andrew gave a soft laugh. “Emily runs a huge company. She’s busy enough. If you keep hanging on her, making her have dinner with you all the time, she’ll run out of patience. Then the feelings fade. That’s how it goes.”

Tristan forced a smile, tamping down his anger. “Sounds like Emily didn’t have much patience for you when she was with the Lane family. I’m not you, Mr. Lane. My girlfriend spoils me. She never gets tired of me. You really don’t have to worry.”

Andrew picked up some food for himself, his voice quiet. “You’re right, I shouldn’t warn you. Might as well let her burn through her patience.”

Tristan let out a sharp laugh. “You really don’t get it until you see the facts. Maybe I should slap our marriage certificate in your face, then you’ll know you lost.”

Andrew chewed, shook his head with a smile. “You’ve got it all wrong. Even if you and Emily get married, I’ll still be here. People get divorced all the time. Nothing’s forever.”

This guy was unbelievable. Shameless didn’t even begin to cover it.

Tristan had seen enough. He wasn’t about to get played again. Andrew could talk all he wanted, but Emily was with Tristan now, not him. All Andrew could do was throw out little jabs and hope Tristan took the bait.

He finally understood. Andrew wanted to mess with his head, plant seeds of doubt, get between him and Emily. If Tristan started questioning her, that would break them apart—exactly what Andrew wanted.

He wasn’t falling for it.

Tristan leveled a cold look at him. “You keep waiting then. I’ve got plenty to do with my girlfriend. No time for you.”

Andrew lifted a hand. “I’ve made my position clear. Do as you please, Mr. Davis.”

He smiled at Tristan. “You’re her boyfriend, right? Maybe you could ask her for me. Does she like green diamonds or pink ones?”

The words hung in the air.

Tristan’s face went blank. He stared at Andrew, voice flat. “You gave her a diamond ring?”

Andrew picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands, unhurried. “That’s right. But I have to admit, I’m curious. You say your relationship is so great, so why didn’t she tell you?”

Tristan’s expression didn’t change. “You’re lying. There’s no way Emily would accept a ring from you.”

Andrew set down the handkerchief, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and slipped it off. He sounded honestly surprised. “You think so? But she did. If you don’t believe me, go home and ask her.”

He smiled, hung his jacket on the back of the chair, and said, “Honestly, I couldn’t believe she accepted it either. Makes me wonder if I still have a chance with her.”

“What do you think, Mr. Davis?”

The question barely left his lips before Tristan closed the distance, face stormy, and threw a punch straight at Andrew’s face.

Andrew took the full hit. Tristan hadn’t held back. Andrew staggered before catching his balance.

Tristan wasn’t done. He spat out, “You bastard,” and lunged in with another fist, ready for round two.