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

in the fading light. Issca glanced

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Chapter 87

gas, and we shot forward, weaving in and out

heart race. The city blurred

streets, the reporters trailing

forward, adrenaline pumping through my veins. "They're not going to let us go

on the road ahead.

narrow streets, barely avoiding the cars and pedestrians

wind whipped through the open windows, and I could feel my pulse quickening with each sharp

this was

keep pace. I watched as one of them got

right, cutting off the car in a daring maneuver. The tires squealed as the other driver slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision. "Nice move," I said, grinning despite

expression calm. "I've had

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 of the venue was far behind us

road, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "How did you

I asked,

been keeping up with everything you've been doing. I knew you wouldn't miss such a

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