My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 70

She had to apologize to this woman.

Forcing down her pride, Emily drew a shaky breath, her throat painfully dry.

“I’m sorry. It was my fault. I apologize.”

Emily didn’t need a mirror to know how humiliated she looked—her voice thin, her back stiff.

Isabella Austin’s smile widened in satisfaction. “It’s fine. I accept your apology.”

Andrew Lane didn’t even glance her way—just offered a noncommittal grunt.

Emily Blair disliked Evan Foster. In truth, his presence made her skin crawl.

But right now, she desperately hoped he would take her away from this place.

She hurried over to him, forcing a brittle smile, her voice trembling. “Will you take me home?”

Evan’s lips curled with pleasure. He stood and threw an arm around her shoulders.

“Well then, Mr. Lane, I’ll be taking Emily with me. The night is young, and we intend to make the most of it.”

His words were met with raucous laughter and catcalls from the crowd.

Andrew Lane didn’t even look up. Another indifferent grunt.

Evan’s smile grew as he led Emily out of the private lounge, his arm still draped around her.

Every muscle in Emily’s body was wound tight. She couldn’t relax—could barely breathe.

As Evan guided her toward the lounge’s quiet alcove, Emily’s breath grew shallow. She stopped abruptly, fingers twisting the hem of her skirt.

“Mr. Foster.”

He reeked of whiskey—so strong she nearly gagged.

Evan turned, still patient for the moment, and tipped her chin up with his finger.

“Yes?”

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