His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace novel Chapter 87

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 

chaos of the venue behind us. 

But the reporters weren’t ready to give up. In the rearview mirror, I saw several cars following us, their headlights glaring in the fading light. Issca glanced at me, his face set with determination. 

“Hold on tight,” he said, gripping the wheel. “This is going to get rough.” 

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Chapter 87 

He floored the gas, and we shot forward, weaving in and out of traffic with a 

precision that made my heart race. The city blurred around us as we sped through 

the streets, the reporters trailing behind, struggling to keep up. 

I leaned forward, adrenaline pumping through my veins. “They’re not going to let 

us go that easily.” 

Issca smirked, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “They won’t catch us.” 

We darted down narrow streets, barely avoiding the cars and pedestrians in our 

way. The wind whipped through the open windows, and I could feel my pulse quickening with each sharp turn. Issca was driving like a man possessed, his 

movements smooth and calculated, as if this was all part of some game. 

Behind us, the cars were struggling to keep pace. I watched as one of them got too 

close, trying to overtake 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 other driver slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision. 

“Nice move,” I said, grinning despite myself. 

Issca shrugged, his expression calm. “I’ve had practice.” 

We sped down a winding 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 wild escape started to wear off. I felt both relieved and tense. 

The chaos of the venue was far behind us now. I turned to Issca, who was focused 

on the road, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “How did you know I was in 

trouble?” I asked, my curiosity growing. 

He chuckled softly, glancing at me before returning his focus to the road. “I’ve been traveling around, but I’ve been keeping up with everything you’ve been doing. I knew you wouldn’t miss such a big event. And, well, the media frenzy caught my attention too.”