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?

25 km/h," Jessica continued. "Make it seem like the

need to seek Davis’s approval, when

curling slightly. "Are you

gave a faint

and dialed a familiar number

to my location. Now. I mean now," she commanded, her voice cold and

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

questions and move it!"

her sudden shift

landed on

swallowed hard.

her, disbelief etched on his face. He really wants

been hiding her true identity

light was warm and gentle disturbed only by the low hum of

adventure motorcycles speeding toward them like silent wraiths in the

she tracked their movement. The motorcycles’

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an ambush.

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

it seem like you’re panicking and ensure you break through the

sharply. "And after

lips curled into a smirk, her eyes as cold as

care of the

spot. He didn’t

way for us to get through." Davis said with

to him, amusement flickering in her gaze. "You are

deny that he admired her courage and outlook toward life

ahead, cutting dangerously

trying to box us in," Ethan

between them. "Not if we make the

lead motorcyclist pulled something from his side. The

darkened at the sight. "Now, Ethan!" she

instantly, jerking the steering wheel hard to the right. The car lurched