Winning Her Heart Back

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Emelie tried to get up from his lap, but William held her down and shook his head.

The divider between the front and back seats had been raised. Their voices were low, so the people in the front couldn't hear them.

However, William noticed that the bodyguard in the passenger seat kept glancing at them through the side mirror.

If William spoke, it would draw attention, but if Emelie stayed lying down, she wouldn't be noticed.

William had come in a hurry this time. He hadn't brought his most trusted men.

His close associates, Ashton and Fabian, were still in Coastalburg, keeping an eye on Wesley and stabilizing the troubled Xanther Group.

Because of his hasty preparation, there were gaps in their plan.

The situation wasn't looking good for them.

There was a high chance that all four of his bodyguards had been bribed.

Meanwhile, it was just the two of them, and Emelie wasn't in good shape. If William had to fight, he'd have to protect her as well.

If they engaged in a direct confrontation, they had almost no chance of winning.

But they couldn't just sit and wait to be taken to their destination. If that happened, their chances of escape would be even slimmer.

Escaping now, while they were still on the road, was their best bet.

William gently opened Emelie's clenched fist and intertwined his fingers with hers. Then, he withdrew his hand and quietly wrote two words in her palm.

"Real? Fake?"

Emelie's eyes flashed as she understood his question.

He was asking her one last time if she and Wesley were just pretending.

Emelie replied, "We have to escape."

William got the message. He then wrote another word in her palm. "Vomit."

The road they were on was a dirt track. It was uneven and bumpy, making the car bounce up and down.

Suddenly, Emelie sat up from William's lap, covered her mouth and nose, and banged on the divider. "Stop the car! Stop the car! I'm going to throw up!"

The driver lowered the divider and hesitated. "But the pursuers could catch up at any moment. Stopping here might be dangerous."

Emelie snapped, 'Do you want me to throw up in the car?"

William ordered, as usual, "Stop the car."

The driver exchanged glances with the bodyguard beside him.

William asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? You're not even listening to me now?"

Perhaps they figured that the journey was still long and that having Emelie vomit in the car would be unpleasant for everyone, or maybe they thought it was too early to reveal their intentions. Whatever the reason, the driver finally pulled the car over.

Emelie quickly jumped out and ran to the side of the dirt road, bending over and retching into the bushes. William extended his hand. 'Water.'

The bodyguard handed it to him.

William opened the bottle, got out of the car, and walked over to Emelie. He glanced back and saw that the four men hadn't followed

William gently patted Emelie's back and whispered, 'When I count to three, we'll run. Jump on my back." Emelie felt uneasy. "We're too close, and they'll catch up. Can we outrun them?"

William replied, 'Faldoria allows hunting."

"What do you mean?'

William had already scouted the area. 'This is a hunting zone full of traps. Outsiders can't tell, but I know where to go."

He planned to use the traps to slow them down.

Emelie nodded. "Okay.'

William handed her the water bottle and then unexpectedly smiled. "Angel, we're about to go on the run."

Emelie's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, she thought of road movies.

She thought of glorious sunsets, deserted highways, and migrating herds of antelope.

It all seemed oddly romantic.

William watched her as he slowly counted, "Three, two, one!"

Then they both bolted!

The four bodyguards hesitated for a moment before reacting. "Chase them!"

Emelie hurled the water bottle she was holding, and it hit one of the bodyguards squarely on the forehead, causing him to stumble and fall behind. Then, she quickly leaped onto William's back!

William, carrying her, ran in what seemed like a random direction but skillfully avoided the traps marked by bamboo stakes on the ground.

The bodyguards were unaware they were in a trap zone, so they stepped right into the traps.

Emelie glanced back. Two of them had fallen into the traps, and the other two had stopped. They were unsure whether to rescue their comrades or continue the chase. They were also uncertain about which areas were safe to step on

William ran into the forest without hesitation.

The trees provided cover, hiding them from sight and making it harder for the bodyguards to find them.

William kept running for a long time. Emelie looked back and saw that no one was following.

She could feel William's body heat through his back. "I think we've lost them. Let's rest for a bit."

She could hear his heavy breathing. His lungs weren't strong, and he couldn't handle such intense activity. Emelie tightened her grip on his shoulders. "William, please stop.'

Only then did William slow down.

He carefully set Emelie down.

Emelie looked around to observe the terrain. Suddenly, she saw William stumble. She immediately turned to him.

William quickly grabbed a tree for support.

His face was pale, and his chest was heaving. Emelie instinctively reached out to steady him. Suddenly, he coughed violently and covered his mouth

He moved quickly, but Emelie saw it anyway.

She saw a flash of red.

She immediately grabbed his hand and forced it open. Sure enough, there was a smear of blood on his palm

Her eyes widened in shock.