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But she didn’t dare argue with him. Forcing an awkward smile. hose her words carefully. “We only get one life. I value mine, and you should too, Life is long and full of twists–there’s nothing that can’t be overcome. Don’t let your emotions get
the best of you?
She cringed at her own words. Empty platitudes, but anything to keep him from doing something reckless
Without warning. Julius jerked the steering wheel, veering sharply off the main road onto a narrow side street.
Jemima’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest.
Swallowing down her panic, she stole a glance outside. The dimly lit road was barely wide enough for two cars to pass, lined with towering trees on both sides.
The sky had deepened into the eerie lues of twilight. In this fleeting, haunted hour, everything felt distorted–especially the man beside her. His presence was unfamiliar, as if something dark had taken hold of him.
“May I know where we’re headed?” Jemima asked cautiously, measuring each word.
Julius reply was indifferent. “I don’t know,”
Silence stretched between them.
Five minutes later, Jemima spoke again. “You know, we never truly harbored deep hatred for each other, did we? You made a mistake—a mistake many men in the world make. And I… I suppose I’m just an odd woman. We once had something beautiful, but love fades, and ours simply reached its end. I don’t resent you, and I hope you don’t resent me”
Julius turned to glance at her. “You’re really afraid of death, aren’t you?”
her grip on
A chill crept up her spine. Unconsciously, the seatbelt tightened.
It’hat does he mean by that? Is he furious because I insisted on divorcing him! Or is it the lawsuit–the recording of him and Nadine in bed
that’s pushing him to the edge?
Her mind raced. Who could she turn to for help? The first person that surfaced wasn’t the police–it was Scott. That man who always seemed capable of handling anything. But then she shook off the thought. He has no obligation to keep saving me.
“Who are you thinking about?” Julius asked. Seeing her lost in thought irked him.
It wasn’t just women who had a sixth sense–men had intuition too.
Jemima glanced at him, her expression unreadable. “I’m just wondering when you’re finally going to stop the car. If we keep driving like this, won’t we run out of gas? How are we supposed to get back?”
She deliberately shifted the topic to something trivial, hoping to defuse the situation.
Julius didn’t respond.
Jemima stealthily reached into her bag. The phone Julius had taken was a new one–her old phone, which held everything
important, was still with her. That was why she hadn’t even bothered trying to retrieve it.
More importantly, in her pocket, she had a spare phone.
She didn’t reach out to Scott. Instead, every five minutes, she sent her location to Amelia–her top contact. She typed blindly, hoping the message made sense.
The last time she tried texting Louis for help, she typed “hwjp” instead of “help”
Amelia frowned at the unusual location–a seemingly random orchard. But when she saw the typo–riddled message with Julius name in it, she immediately understood. Jemima was asking for help.
Without hesitation, she jumped into her car and sped off, following the coordinates Jemima had sent.
She didn’t call the police. Knowing Julius, she was certain he wouldn’t physically harm Jemima→he just wanted time alone
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Meanwhile, Julius’s car had long left the orchard behind, weaving through highways, passing suburban areas, and even a small town. The farther they drove, the more desolate the surroundings became. By the time Jemima realized how deep they had gone, she couldn’t even tell where they were anymore.
A quick glance at the dashboard clock told her it had been nearly three hours since they started. It was already past nine.
She had been silently hoping for the car to run out of gas. And eventually, it did–rolling to a dead stop at the deserted foot of
a mountain.
The season of insect hibernation had passed, and now the air pulsed with a chorus of chirping crickets, occasionally interrupted by the deep croak of a lone frog.
Jemima peered out into the vast darkness. The world beyond was an abyss, save for a few distant pinpricks of light, barely visible on the horizon. Is he really going to kill me?
“It’s just us here.” Julius rolled down his window, the soft click of the mechanism breaking the night’s silence. He lit a cigarette, and in the flickering orange glow, his sharp, chiseled features stood out against the shadows.
He took a slow drag of the cigarette, loosening his tie with one hand. His jet–black hair, tousled yet effortlessly stylish, gave him an air of reckless charm–dangerous, yet irresistibly magnetic.
To the world, he was the epitome of a wealthy, domineering man–handsome, powerful, untouchable. Even the simplest motion, like the careless tug of his tie, oozed the effortless charisma of a man who had it all. But Jemima remembered him differently. She had once known a boy–one who used to blush just from holding her hand. A boy whose smile was bright, unguarded, and real. That Julius no longer existed.
“So, what do you want? Jemima took a deep breath and asked, resigning herself to her fate.
Julius exhaled a slow stream of smoke, watching her through the dim glow of the car’s interior. Even in the faint light, her beauty was undeniable. The nude–toned dress she wore clung to her curves, sculpting an exquisite silhouette. The contrast of her slender waist and soft, inviting curves was intoxicating. He knew that in the heat of intimacy, the way her legs entwined around him was a sight more mesmerizing than anything else in the world.
He leaned in, the faint scent of smoke mingling with the cool night air as his breath fanned across her face. “I think, the reason you’re so cruel to me… is because we never had a child.”
