My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1267

“What is it with you? What do you even want? Didn’t I tell you to keep quiet? Why can’t you just listen for once?”

Emma was fuming at Andrew, hands on her hips as she let him have it. “I swear, you’re just out to ruin Emily’s life. You got divorced, so now you want to drag her down with you? That’s seriously messed up.”

She didn’t hold back, words spilling out in a heated rush. Then she flicked her hand at him, practically shooing him away. “You… I knew from the start you were trouble. Just go already.”

Emma shot him a glare.

Andrew didn’t even look at her. He kept his head down, face unreadable, eyes locked on his phone like she wasn’t even there.

She waited for a reaction, but got nothing. Her anger fizzled a little, replaced by a flicker of guilt. Maybe she’d gone too far. Still, she pressed on, her voice sharp but a bit softer.

“Don’t follow me. I’m heading back. And you should too. Emily has a boyfriend now. You need to let this go. You’re divorced, you have a kid, and there’s just no way Emily would ever take you back. It’s time to move on. Stop showing up and making things harder for everyone.”

Andrew finally glanced up, then looked away again. “I get it.”

His voice was rough, low, almost cold. There was no hint of understanding in it, just something dark and unreadable.

Emma’s heart skipped as she took a step back. “You get it? What does that even mean?”

She turned, wrapping her coat tighter around herself. “I’m leaving. You should too. Don’t just stand out here… It’s late, and I’m not about to feel sorry for you…”

Without waiting for a response, Emma hurried back toward the apartment building.

Behind her, Andrew stayed frozen for a moment, then turned and headed for his car, his grip tight on his phone.

He slid behind the wheel, scrolled through his contacts, and called Tristan Davis.

Tristan saw Andrew’s name light up his screen. His expression darkened. He ended the call without a word.

Elizabeth leaned toward him. “What is it? Did Benjamin text again?”

Andrew Lane.

Andrew was calling again.

Before she could even react, Tristan declined the call without hesitation.

Elizabeth’s mouth fell open a little, but she didn’t say anything. After a few seconds, she glanced at Tristan’s tense face, then quietly looked away.

She pressed her forehead against the cold window.

The van felt old, with faded seats and scratched-up doors. Every bump in the road sent a rattle through the frame, the engine making a rough, clanking noise.

They were speeding through the night, the city sliding past in a rush of headlights and shadows.