Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

Zoey’s palm’s were already drenched in sweat. Driving into the river was basically a death wish, wasn’t it?

want to live,

blood. It was clear they were

good as dead if they didn’t take a

straight onto the bridge, smashing through the railings, the car plunging into

the attention of nearby cars, many

the water, Zoey rolled down the windows and also helped Maja roll hers

when the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled with a strong sense of vertigo, she didn’t have much air, left when

her, she lost her breath and

swimming up, but seeing Maja not following,

risking her life,

figure dived

his face, but judging by his swimming skills, she knew she’d only get in the way if she returned, so she decided

was on the brink of suffocation, a pair of hands

of oxygen and couldn’t see his face.

felt like her chest was about to

she about to

cradled her waist, and after reaching the shore, he laid her on

activity, with police and onlookers, even reporters, shown

police were

to save people, but it

here was thick, and the night was not lit by streetlights, only

was enough for him to see her face.

face as pale as a ghost, and her lips were also

like she couldn’t breathe, as if she was walking towards

pressing on her belly.

spat out some water, coughed a few times, then felt some air being passed into her mouth.

too real and natural as if it had pulled her back

daze, she heard a

you so careless? Are you feeling a

front of her, just recovering from severe oxygen deprivation. Everything was blank. Feeling that the