My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 119

Footsteps approached from behind, and Emily Blair instinctively glanced over. Her eyes met Andrew Lane’s—dark, intense, and fathomless. His thin lips were pressed together in a tight line.

Emily’s expression froze.

It was her friend who first sensed something was off. The woman shot Andrew a sharp, suspicious look, then quickly tightened her hold on Emily’s arm, steering her away. All Andrew was left with was the sight of their retreating backs.

His deep, resonant voice echoed after them. “You left your phone at the house.”

Emily’s eyelashes fluttered.

He’d said “the house.”

She knew she’d left her phone at Lane Manor last night, so she understood perfectly well what Andrew meant by calling it “the house” in front of her.

A bitter, helpless irony twisted in her chest.

The Lane family had tossed her out, yet somehow they still expected her to think of Lane Manor as home.

Wasn’t that a little too cruel? Too high-handed?

Lane Manor would never be her home. She would never see that place—more like a den of lions than a home—as anything but a danger.

She kept her tone calm and polite. “I’ll come by to get it later. Sorry for the trouble.”

Polite. Distant. The sort of tone you’d use with a stranger.

For most people, that would be enough.

But Andrew Lane had never imagined that the Emily Blair he’d once known—the one who’d always been unruly and headstrong—would ever speak to him like this.

As if they were nothing more than passing strangers.

As if they hadn’t spent nearly five years as family under the same roof.

Andrew’s eyes darkened, his voice rough. “You have until the end of today to pick it up. After that, I’ll throw it out.”

He knew her phone was crammed with photos—photos of him, photos of the two of them together.

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