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?

Jessica continued. "Make it seem like the car has broken down and

question this time. There was no need to seek Davis’s approval, when it seems

curling slightly. "Are you ready?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her

a

and dialed a familiar number

I mean now," she commanded, her voice

attack?"

move it!"

stiffened at her sudden

as it landed on Davis. "No matter what

hard. "Got

at her, disbelief etched on his face. He really wants to make out the

had been hiding her true identity

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

them like silent wraiths in the

their movement. The motorcycles’ headlights flickered erratically, their

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an ambush.

the steering wheel. "They’re closing in.

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

inhaled sharply.

into a smirk, her eyes as

take care of

observed her silently, his fists clenching tightly at a concealed spot. He

a way for us to get through." Davis said with

turned to him, amusement flickering in her

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

rider pulled ahead, cutting dangerously close to their car.

to box us in,"

gaze flickered between them. "Not if we make the

motorcyclist pulled something from his side. The Metal glinted under the sun

at the sight. "Now,

hard to the right. The car lurched violently, tires