My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 74

But she noticed Andrew Lane’s brow furrowing, his expression growing even more dissatisfied.

Emily Blair lowered her head, picked up the thin blanket from the floor, and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. “So? Can I leave now?”

Suddenly, Andrew looked up, pressing his thumb against the delicate skin where her neck met her collarbone, applying just enough pressure to make her wince.

Her skin was fair, so the bruise there stood out starkly—like a blot of ink on pure white paper, jarringly out of place.

Emily flinched at the pain and smacked the back of his hand. “What are you doing?”

A sharp slap echoed in the room.

A faint red mark bloomed where she’d struck him.

The staff nearby widened their eyes, hearts leaping into their throats.

This was Andrew Lane.

How could anyone dare to lay a hand on him? And more importantly, how could he possibly allow it?

Suddenly, everyone looked at Emily with a mixture of shock and pity, as if they already knew what fate awaited her.

But even after Emily’s slap, Andrew didn't let go. Instead, his grip tightened on her bruise.

He narrowed his eyes, his voice dangerously low. “What is this?”

What else could it be?

Emily's inner bitterness twisted into a mocking smile. “Mr. Lane, you’re twenty-seven years old. Don’t tell me you can’t figure that out.”

Andrew’s expression darkened, as if he could scrub away the ugly mark by rubbing it with his thumb.

“Was it Evan Foster?”

Emily’s eyes flashed with cold irony. “Who else? Wasn’t it you who made the deal? You handed me over to him, didn’t you?”

Her lips curved in a bitter, stubborn smile.

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