His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Another voice interrupted. "What about Nathan's proposal? Did you really just reject him in front of everyone?"

I turned to face them, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement. They were so focused on the ring, as if that was the biggest scandal here. "Yes, it's the Heart of the Moon," I replied, raising my hand again so they could get a better look. "And as

for Nathan-he's my ex-husband. There's nothing more to say."

But of course, that wasn't enough for them. They kept pushing, their questions

becoming more invasive. "Did you break up Sienna and Nathan's family?" one reporter asked, shoving a microphone toward me.

"No," I said firmly, but they wouldn't stop. Another voice rang out. "Is there any truth to the rumors that you've been secretly seeing Nathan this whole time?"

I shook my head, feeling frustration build inside me. This wasn't what I had come here for. I glanced around, looking for an exit, but the crowd was too thick. Just as

I was about to snap at them, I saw Issca's car pull up outside the venue.

Issca waved from the driver's seat. "Doris, over here!"

I didn't need to be told twice. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the shouts and

questions behind me, and made my way to the car. As soon as I climbed in, Issca hit the gas. The tires screeched against the pavement as we sped away, leaving the

of the venue behind

the reporters weren't ready to give up. In the rearview mirror, I saw several cars following us, their headlights glaring in the fading light. Issca glanced at me, his

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shot forward, weaving in and out

my heart race. The city blurred around us as

streets, the reporters trailing behind, struggling to

pumping through my veins. "They're not going

on the

barely avoiding the cars and pedestrians in

through the open windows, and I could feel my pulse quickening with

calculated, as if this

cars were struggling to keep pace. I

left. Issca noticed it too. Without warning, he swerved sharply to the right, cutting off the car in a daring maneuver. The tires squealed as the other driver slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding

shrugged, his expression

a winding road, the city lights flashing by in a blur. The reporters were still on our tail, but they were losing ground. Issca took another sharp turn, and I held onto the seat as the car tilted slightly, the tires gripping the asphalt. The rush from our wild escape started to wear off. I felt both relieved and tense. The chaos

steering wheel tightly. "How did

I asked, my

to the road. "I've been traveling around, but I've been keeping up with everything you've been doing. I knew you wouldn't miss such

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