Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO
“There are 30 seconds left!” Emmanuel’s words echoed, and the Rolls–Royce crashed through the guardrail as it raced down a downhill road.
“20 seconds!”
“Ten seconds!”
Listening to Emmanuel’s countdown, Claudette felt her heartbeat accelerate.
However, surprisingly, she felt neither fear nor panic. Instead, she experienced a thrilling and exhilarating sensation. This was the moment when her heart raced the fastest in her entire life.
“Nine!”
“Eight!”
Closer.
Even closer!
Abandoning the countdown, Emmanuel shouted, “Claudette!”
“I’m here!”
“Open the car door!”
“Okay!”
Just as Claudette excitedly responded, Emmanuel threw the bomb down and then embraced her, leaping into the grassy slope of the mountainside. Thud!
The two of them fell heavily to the ground, but Emmanuel ensured that Claudette wasn’t injured by protecting her with his body.
Boom!
From another direction, a deafening explosion shook the night sky, illuminating it with a blaze of fire.
“This feels incredible!” Claudette exclaimed with excitement. Despite knowing the danger they were in, she felt an inexplicable sense of comfort. She willingly entrusted her life completely to Emmanuel, believing that as long as she held him tightly, he would protect her.
Indeed, Emmanuel swiftly grabbed a rock with one hand, pressing it firmly against the ground to increase friction and slow their descent.
Boom!
The bomb unleashed its secondary blast, filling the sky with another burst of fire.
Claudette saw it as a commemorative firework, a celebration of her and Emmanuel’s first tumble in the grass.
It was also the most mesmerizing cannonade she had ever experienced in her 20 years of birthdays.
“Emmanuel, I’m not a princess. I just want to be your patient for a lifetime and have you take good care of me!” Claudette quietly wiped away the blood that had trickled from her nose and whispered against Emmanuel’s chest. She wished for time to freeze at this moment forever.
However, like fireworks, happiness was fleeting. Emmanuel quickly lifted her up. He did not even hear her murmured words.
“Ms. Lenoir, are you okay?” Emmanuel’s voice reached Claudette’s ears, pulling her back from her dreamlike state to reality.
“I–I’m fine!” Claudette hurriedly tucked her blood–stained hand behind her back and responded before continuing to descend into the valley.
“Hey, you’re going in the wrong direction!” Emmanuel shouted. “Well, I just want to go in this direction!” Claudette replied, leaving Emmanuel a bit helpless. He couldn’t help but think, women are truly incomprehensible creatures in this life.
Worried about Claudette’s safety, he had no choice but to follow her down the valley.
When he caught up to Claudette, he noticed that the young heiress was fixated on the fruit trees at the foot of the mountain.
“Hey, Emmanuel, what kind of fruit is that?”
“Those are kiwis, I believe. They ripen in autumn and winter,” Emmanuel replied.
Suddenly, Claudette turned back, blinked her star–like eyes, and smiled at him. “You haven’t given me a birthday present tonight, have you?”
“Um, well…” Emmanuel hesitated for a moment, already guessing what was on her mind, and nodded. “Okay, just wait here!”