Chapter 468 His Little Wire
Marcel glanced in the rearview mirror. Since Wesley didn’t tell him to stop, be kept his foot on the gas i pedal, and the car continued to speed down the road.
Elgrimed her teeth and glared at Wesley. “Tell him 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, but crossing it would cause discomfort. Emelie pulled out a small knife from her bag and thrust it toward him without
hesitation.
How, Wesley was quick enough to catch her wrist.
He glanced down at the compact folding knife. Though it was short, it was also sharp enough to be dangerous
He then looked back at Emelle. He understood that the sudden fight, abduction, high–speed chase, and near–accident had triggered Emelle’s defensive instincts
Stil, his voice was low and steady as he asked, “Were you planning to stab me
Emelie presed her lips together tightly.
Marcell couldn’t help but glance in the rearview mirror. “Mr. Graham, are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Wesley replied calmly, 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 with your seatbelt
He then leaned back and fastened his own portbelt. “He won’t be harmed, but if you stay with him, you will be.”
” you want me to believe you, you need to tell me everything and let me judge for myself, not me blindly believing whatever you say. 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 his reflection in the glass. Wesley’s profile was strikingly handsome, with a sharp wine and nose
He seemed to be deep in thought, 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 becoming fewer and Earther between. The paved road turned into a dirt path, which was uneven and caused the 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 played with the lighter as he timed it between his fingers
Emelie noticed an orange gemstone embedded at 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 Clame Dickered in front of her, she was transported back to an evening after school. The golden light of dusk spread across hall the campus.
A young man had just finished a few rounds of basketball, and his breathing was heavy. He hopped over the barrier from the playground to the stands and sat down to rest.
Someone handed him a bottle of water, which he accepted and drank hallofitionegu
His schooluniform collar was undane, revealing his neck and his Adam’s apple as it moved while he swallowed.
Ackssmate must have complimented his pan
because be smiled slightly. The man locked relaxed and aloof in the Eading light, which appeared both beautiful and captivating.
Many girls stayed after school just to watch him play. They would hover around him carefully
A boy handed him a cigarette, and 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, come light this for me.”
She didn’t. She turned and walked away instead.
wesley quickly followed her, and she heard his classmates teasing, “Oh! Wesley’s little wife la mad again!”
Wesley hamed and threw his basketball at the loudest of them, hitting him squarely and causing more laughter.
He didn’t care. He took her backpack and slang it over his shoulder.
He lowered his head and asked, “te, are you mad? Why? •
she didn’t awer the question.
A few days later, she gave him that lighter and told him to light his own cigarettes from then on.
Wesley had played with the lighter just as he did now.