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

fading light. Issca glanced at me, his face set with determination. "Hold on tight," he said, gripping the wheel.

10:08

Bleus Bisioner Sove in

Chapter 87

and we shot forward, weaving in and out

city blurred around us

reporters trailing

pumping through my veins. "They're not going to let us go that

his eyes focused on the road ahead. "They won't catch

streets, barely avoiding the cars and pedestrians

The wind whipped through the open windows, and I could feel my pulse

this was all

to keep pace. I watched as one of them got

us on the 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

his expression calm. "I've had

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

tightly.

asked, my curiosity

to the road. "I've been traveling around, but I've been keeping up with everything you've been doing. I

10.08