Chapter 468 His Little Wire
Marcel nced in the rearview mirror. Since Wesley didn’t tell him to stop, be kept his foot on the <b>gas </b><b>i </b>pedal, and the car continued to speed down the road.
Elgrimed her teeth and red at Wesley. “Tell <b>him </b>to stop the car!”
Wesley suddenly leaned toward her, closing the distance between them. His scent, reminiscent of pine, now felt almost aggressive.
Each person had a different sense of personal space<b>, </b>but crossing it would cause difort. Emelie pulled out a small knife from her bag and thrust it toward him without
hesitation.
How, Wesley was quick enough <b>to </b>catch her wrist.
He nced down at <b>the </bpact <b>folding </b>knife. <b>Though </b>it <b>was </b><b>short</b>, it was also sharp enough to <b>be </b><b>dangerous</b>
He then looked back at Emelle. He understood that the sudden <b>fight</b><b>, </b>abduction, high<b>–</b>speed chase, and near–ident had triggered Emelle’s defensive instincts
Stil, his voice was low and steady as he asked, “Were you nning to stab me
Emelie presed her lips together tightly.
Marcell couldn’t help but nce in the rearview mirror. “Mr. Graham, are you alright?”Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.
“I’m fine,” Wesley replied <b>calmly</b>, then took the kade from Emelie’s hand.
He reached over and fastened her seatbelt with a click
His cool, clear voice whispered in her ear, “I was just trying to help you <b>with </b>your seatbelt
He then <b>leaned </b>back and fastened his own portbelt. “He won’t be harmed, but if <b>you </b><b>stay </b>with him<b>, </b>you will be.”
” you want me to believe <b>you</b><b>, </b>you need to tell me everything and let me judge for myself, not me blindly believing whatever you <b>say</b><b>. </b>I’m not a child who will believe anything you say.” Emelie was firmon her stance.
Wesley remained silent.
timele turned her head to look out the window. She could see <b>his </b>reflection in <b>the </b>ss. Wesley’s profile was strikingly handsome, with a sharp wine and nose
He seemed to <b>be </b>deep in <b>thought</b>, considering whether to tell her the truth.
Emele didn’t push him.
The road they were on led to the outskirts, and the buildings were bing fewer and Earther between. The paved road turned into a dirt path, which was uneven and caused <b>the </b>whare to jolt.
Despite the rough terrain, Marrel maintained a high speed, making the car feel as though it might tip over at any moment.
Emelle clung to the handle above the window.
click
The soft sound of a lighter flicking open made me look over instinctively. She saw Wesley holding a silverlighter.
She froze.
It was the lighter she had given him years ago.
Wesley skillfully yed with the lighter as he timed it between his fingers
Emelie noticed an orange gemstone embedded <b>at </b>the bottom, shining like molten gold at sunset. It was just like the one she had given him back then.
His habitual movements with the lighter showed that he had used often over the years,
Enelle’s lips tightened.
As the me Dickered in front of her, she was transported back to an evening after school. The golden light of dusk spread <b>across </b>hall the campus.
A young man had just <b>finished </b>a few rounds of basketball, and his breathing was heavy. He hopped over the barrier from the yground to the stands and sat down to rest.
Someone handed him a bottle of water, which he epted and drank hallofitionegu
His schooluniform cor was undane, revealing his neck and <b>his </b>Adam’s apple as it moved while he swallowed.
Ackssmate must haveplimented his pan
because be smiled slightly. The man locked rxed and <b>aloof </b>in the Eading light, <b>which </b>appeared both <b>beautiful </b>and captivating.
Many girls stayed after school just to watch him y. They would hover around him carefully
A boy handed him a cigarette, <b>and </b>he took it, holding it between his lips.
One of the girls seized the opportunity to offer to light it for him, and his eyes caught sight of her immediately.
He squinted against the Eight and smiled a bit more. “Eme,e light this <b>for </b>me.”
She didn’t. She turned and walked away <b>instead</b>.
wesley quickly followed her, and she heard his ssmates teasing, “Oh! Wesley’s little wife mad again!”
Wesley hamed and threw his basketball at the loudest of them, hitting him squarely <b>and </b>causing moreughter.
He didn’t care. He took her backpack <b>and </b>ng it over his shoulder.
He lowered his head <b>and </b><b>asked</b>, “te, are you mad? Why? ?
she didn’t awer the question.
A few dayster<b>, </b>she gave him that lighter and told him to light his own cigarettes from then on.
Wesley had yed with the lighter just as he did now.