Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 92: At the last second...

The car slowly pulled out of the Allen mansion, its windshield reflecting the golden hues of the rising sun.

Jessica took a deep breath as she plugged in her earbuds. She wanted to gather herself before she stepped into the Allen group.

She didn’t want to imagine how spectacular her arrival will be. Davis stretched his arm and gently pulled her into his embrace.

She accepted the gesture and rested her head against his chest in a comfortable position, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat serving as her only consolation.

"How many routes lead from the Allen mansion to our destination?" Jessica asked, her tone inquisitive.

"There are four routes," Ethan replied, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "Two are congested with heavy traffic, one is in terrible condition, and the last is rarely used."

Jessica closed her eyes momentarily, her brow furrowing in silent contemplation. Her gut feeling is usually scary that she never ignores it.

It is usually as if there is another being always telling her things or making her feel things.

When Ethan didn’t receive a response, he shrugged and refocused on his driving. Just as his thoughts began to drift, Jessica’s voice sliced through the silence.

"Take the fourth route," she instructed.

Ethan hesitated, glancing at the rearview mirror for Davis’s approval.

"Follow her instructions," Davis said without hesitation, sensing Ethan’s uncertainty.

Ethan was taken aback. The once headstrong Davis, who never accepted another’s opinion without questioning its authenticity, had yielded without resistance.

Jessica, though her eyes remained closed, felt Ethan’s lingering gaze. She could sense his silent question.

"Ethan, stay alert and steady. We’ll have company soon," she said, her voice calm yet firm. "The congested routes are riskier, but the lesser-used road gives us the advantage."

Ethan’s brows knitted together. "Understood." he said

Though he wanted to ask further but then his years of experience in working with Davis had taught him otherwise.

He still couldn’t shake his curiosity—how did she know?

it at 25 km/h," Jessica continued. "Make it seem like the car has broken

time. There was no need to seek Davis’s

slightly. "Are you ready?" she asked,

gave a faint

word, Jessica retrieved her phone and dialed a familiar

backup to my location. Now. I mean

on? Are you under attack?" Richard’s voice came through,

questions and move it!" she snapped before

at her sudden shift

it landed on Davis.

hard. "Got

his face. He

been hiding her true identity

disturbed only by the low hum of the engine. The road

them like silent wraiths in

snapped open, her gaze sharpening as she tracked their movement. The motorcycles’

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an ambush.

on the steering wheel. "They’re closing in. What’s the

hesitate. "At the last second, swerve hard to the right. Make it seem like you’re panicking and ensure you break through the formation at one

sharply. "And

into a smirk, her eyes as

care

tightly at a concealed spot. He didn’t want to

you not go out let Ethan find a way for us

him, amusement flickering in her gaze. "You are worried about

hand tightened slightly. He wouldn’t deny that he admired her courage and outlook toward

within striking distance. The lead rider pulled ahead, cutting dangerously close to their car. The

box

gaze flickered between them. "Not if we

pulled something from his side. The Metal glinted under

eyes darkened at the sight.

steering wheel hard to the right. The car lurched violently, tires