Chapter 468 His Little Wire
Marcel glanced in the rearview mirror. Since Wesley didn’t tell him to stop, be kept his foot on thegasipedal, and the car continued to speed down the road.
Elgrimed her teeth and glared at Wesley. “Tellhimto 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 enoughtocatch her wrist.
He glanced down atthecompactfoldingknife.Thoughitwasshort, it was also sharp enough tobedangerous
He then looked back at Emelle. He understood that the suddenfight,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 repliedcalmly, 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 youwithyour seatbelt
He thenleanedback and fastened his own portbelt. “He won’t be harmed, but ifyoustaywith him,you will be.”
” you want me to believeyou,you need to tell me everything and let me judge for myself, not me blindly believing whatever yousay.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 seehisreflection intheglass. Wesley’s profile was strikingly handsome, with a sharp wine and nose
He seemed tobedeep inthought, 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 causedthewhare 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 embeddedatthe 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 spreadacrosshall the campus.
A young man had justfinisheda 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 andhisAdam’s apple as it moved while he swallowed.
Ackssmate must have complimented his pan
because be smiled slightly. The man locked relaxed andaloofin the Eading light,whichappeared bothbeautifuland captivating.
Many girls stayed after school just to watch him play. They would hover around him carefully
A boy handed him a cigarette,andhe 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 thisforme.”
She didn’t. She turned and walked awayinstead.
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 squarelyandcausing more laughter.
He didn’t care. He took her backpackandslang it over his shoulder.
He lowered his headandasked, “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.