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?

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

to seek Davis’s approval, when it

you ready?" she asked, a mischievous glint in

a faint

retrieved her phone and

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

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

and move it!" she

her sudden shift

on Davis. "No matter

swallowed hard.

was staring at her, disbelief etched on his face.

hiding her

by the low hum of

motorcycles speeding toward them like

she tracked their

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an ambush.

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

second, swerve hard to the right. Make it

inhaled sharply.

smirk, her

I’ll take care

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

Ethan find a way for us to get through." Davis

turned to him, amusement flickering in her gaze. "You are worried about me?she

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

ahead, cutting dangerously close to their

box us

them. "Not if we make the first

the lead motorcyclist pulled something from his side. The Metal glinted

at the sight. "Now, Ethan!"

to the right. The car lurched violently, tires screeching