Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie and William) novel Chapter 803

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."