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?

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

was no need to seek Davis’s approval, when it seems all of Jessica’s instruction

"Are you

a faint

word, Jessica retrieved her phone and

location. Now. I mean now," she

going on? Are you under attack?" Richard’s

move it!" she

stiffened at her sudden shift in

slightly as it landed on Davis.

hard. "Got

on his

been hiding her true

low hum of the engine.

adventure motorcycles speeding toward them like silent

snapped open, her gaze sharpening as she tracked their movement. The motorcycles’ headlights flickered erratically, their riders maneuvering

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an ambush.

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

to the right. Make it seem

inhaled sharply. "And after

curled into a smirk,

care of the

silently, his fists clenching tightly at a concealed spot. He didn’t want to think about how dangerous this journey

way for us to get through." Davis said with deep worry etched in his

amusement flickering in her gaze. "You are

deny that he admired her courage and outlook toward life but thenhe felt fear—fear for the battle before

rider pulled ahead, cutting dangerously close to their car. The other two

box us in," Ethan

flickered between them. "Not if

lead motorcyclist pulled something from his side. The Metal

eyes darkened at the

to the right. The car