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?

a bit, if possible—keep it at 25 km/h," Jessica continued. "Make it seem like the car has broken down and you’re trying

obeyed without question this time. There was no need to seek Davis’s approval, when it seems all

Davis, her lips curling slightly. "Are you ready?" she

a faint

another word, Jessica retrieved her phone and dialed a familiar number using her speed

my location. Now. I mean now," she commanded,

under attack?" Richard’s voice came

it!"

her sudden shift

gaze softened slightly as it landed on Davis. "No matter what happens,

hard. "Got

on his face. He really wants to make out the

been hiding her

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

them like silent wraiths

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

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an ambush.

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

hard to the right. Make it seem like you’re panicking and ensure you break through the

inhaled sharply.

smirk,

I’ll take care of the

silently, his fists clenching tightly at a concealed spot. He didn’t want to think

way for us to

flickering in her

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

were now within striking distance. The lead rider pulled ahead, cutting dangerously close to their car. The other two flanked them,

to box

"Not if we make the first

pulled something from his side. The Metal glinted under the

the sight. "Now, Ethan!" she

hard to the right. The car