My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 127

Emily Blair stood in the bathroom, quietly stripping off every last piece of clothing. She cupped her hands under the cold water, letting it trickle down her skin, scrubbing every inch where Andrew Lane had left his touch.

Her face was blank as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, scrubbing harder and harder, her delicate skin soon covered with angry red marks from her own relentless hands.

If she couldn’t erase his marks, then she’d cover them up with new ones of her own making.

Half an hour later, Emily emerged from the bathroom, hair dripping, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding her body together. She kept her head down, taking a few steps forward—just as Andrew Lane entered from the hallway.

She looked up, her eyes clear and empty, betraying nothing.

Andrew’s gaze dropped to her damp hair, and his brow twitched with something like annoyance. “You’re still sick, and you just took a shower?”

Emily pressed her lips together stubbornly, staring at him with cold defiance, silent.

Her mood was written all over her face. The way she clutched her arms around herself set off alarms in Andrew’s mind.

Something was wrong.

His expression darkened. In a stride, he closed the distance between them and abruptly yanked open her collar.

Beneath the fabric, her skin was mottled with red, raw marks—evidence of where she had tried to scrub him away, all but obliterating what he’d left behind.

A hard, simmering anger flashed in Andrew’s eyes.

He gave a bitter, humorless laugh, leaning in close until she could feel his breath on her cheek. “What, you think I’m filthy now?”

He dropped his voice, pressing harder. “You remember, don’t you? You were the one begging for it.”

Emily paled, glaring at him with icy contempt.

It was true—she had begged. That desperate, humiliating image of herself made her want to crawl out of her own skin.

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