I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 202

It was at this moment that she realized something was terribly wrong.

The instant the AC began circulating air, her discomfort spiked, as if something had been placed in the vents.

The driver, wearing a mask and a hat, seemed to be deliberately hiding his identity.

At this thought, the unease in Lyra's chest morphed into full-blown panic.

"I'm feeling really sick. Please pull over. I need to get out and catch my breath."

But after she spoke, the driver didn't move a muscle, showing zero intention of stopping.

Lyra's suspicions were confirmed.

"Stop the car."

As her words fell, the sound of the doors locking echoed through the cabin.

"Sorry, Ms. Lennox. I've waited way too long for this. Since you practically delivered yourself to me, I have to seize the opportunity. You'll just have to bear with it for a bit."

Though Lyra couldn't see his expression, she could hear the faint amusement in his tone.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

While speaking, Lyra discreetly slipped her phone out.

Without the driver noticing, she dialed her emergency contact.

However, she failed to remember that her emergency contact was still set to Miles.

By the time she realized it, it was too late.

The car suddenly slammed on the brakes, sending her lurching forward uncontrollably.

Her foggy mind couldn't react in time, and she crashed hard into the back of the front seat.

In an instant, everything went black.

Right before she lost consciousness, she vaguely heard the driver mutter.

"Since when did Preston start dealing with people from Metropolis?"

She couldn't believe he was vicious enough to actually have her kidnapped.

But right now, Lyra felt nothing but regret.

How could she have forgotten that Maxwell was a ticking time bomb constantly hovering around her?

At the thought, Lyra bit her lower lip hard, using the sharp sting of pain to fully awaken her senses.

A second later, she heard the door open and footsteps slowly approaching.

The man's silhouette seemed to freeze right beside her, motionless.

"You're awake."

As his voice rang out, a cold sweat broke out across Lyra's back.

Then, the mattress dipped beside her. Maxwell's hand caressed her cheek. His touch was incredibly gentle, yet it sent a repulsive chill down her spine.

"Lyra, I know you're awake. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want us to get back together. Just like before, sweet and completely in love."