Chapter 468 His Little Wife

Marcel glanced in the rearview mirror. Since Wesley didn't tell him to stop, he kept his foot on the gas pedal, and the car continued to speed down the road. Emelie gritted her teeth and glared at Wesley. "Tell him to 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. However, Wesley was quick enough to catch her wrist. He glanced down at the compact folding knife. Though it was short, it was also sharp enough to be dangerous. He then looked back at Emelie. He understood that the sudden fight, abduction, high-speed chase, and near-accident had triggered Emelie's defensive instincts. Still, his voice was low and steady as he asked, "Were you planning to stab me?" Emelie pressed her lips together tightly.