My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 16

Emily Blair’s breath caught in her throat, but she forced herself to steady her voice. “No. You misheard.”

She never expected Andrew Lane to remember what happened last night—or the words she’d said. Wasn’t he the one who mistook her for Isabella Austin?

Suddenly, Andrew reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her roughly onto his lap.

In the chaos, her backpack tumbled to the floor of the car.

Emily pounded Andrew’s shoulder in panic. “Andrew Lane, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

Without flinching, Andrew held her firmly against the driver’s seat, one hand gripping her waist and the other seizing her chin. His dark gaze bored into her, intense and unyielding.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?”

Emily shoved her arm between them, trying to hold him back. “You mistook me for Isabella Austin. Why shouldn’t I find that disgusting?”

“I told you before—I wanted distance between us. You’re the one who keeps crossing the line.”

“And about being drugged—did you ever figure out who was behind it?”

She clung to the lapel of Andrew’s tailored suit, her normally clear eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Don’t you dare try to pin this on me again.”

“Again?” Andrew’s eyes narrowed, his voice calm and cold. “When have I ever accused you of anything?”

Emily thought bitterly, In my previous life, you did it more times than I can count.

The way she’d died—every wound had Andrew Lane and Isabella Austin’s names written on it.

Suddenly, Andrew let out a soft, humorless laugh and tightened his grip on her chin.

“And about that distance you want to keep?” His lips curled into a faint smile. “I don’t recall giving you permission.”

Emily’s eyes filled with tears almost instantly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Andrew’s tone was indifferent. “Until I figure out the truth, you’re not going anywhere.”

“In the end, you just can’t bring yourself to doubt Isabella Austin, can you?” Emily’s mouth twisted with irony. “It’s obvious what happened. Aside from that glass of juice, where’s the mystery?”

She offered him a bitter smile. “Isabella Austin got exactly what she wanted, didn’t she?”

Andrew’s gaze darkened, his reply nearly inaudible. “No.”

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