Lahat ng Kabanata ng I wish it were you: Kabanata 771 - Kabanata 780

Annabelle had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it finally arrived in the second half of the race. The car ahead of her, a powerful GT-R, mishandled a sharp curve. The driver, overconfident in his vehicle's speed, was forced to slam on the brakes to avoid careening off the mountain. Annabelle knew this curve intimately; she had driven it countless times and knew every nuance of the road.Timing her move perfectly, Annabelle slammed on the brakes, twisted the steering wheel sharply, and executed a flawless drift around the bend. Her car, a sturdy but unassuming sedan, handled the maneuver with surprising agility. As she completed the drift, she overtook the GT-R, leaving its driver in her dust.She exhaled in relief, patting the steering wheel as though thanking her trusty little sedan for holding up under such intense pressure. Such a drift was taxing on any car, especially one not designed for racing. Yet her car’s tires held firm, and it remained intact, a testament to its du

It was the young master!Annabelle felt a wave of surprise and joy. She struggled to open her eyes, catching a glimpse of his handsome profile.Yes, she was saved.And the one who saved her was the young master.Why was he here? Did he come specifically for her, or was it just a coincidence? Annabelle didn't know. All she knew was the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over her.The young master lowered his gaze slightly, looking at her. A faint smile played on his lips, a mix of pain and relief, as though he was grateful to have her back in his arms.But his next words sent a chill through her body."The one who injured Anna — cut off his hand.""Yes, Young Master," a subordinate responded coldly.It was the first time Annabelle realized that the young master wasn't just a gentle and elegant man. There was a terrifying side to him as well. He could be ruthless.The unfamiliarity of this side of him frightened her. But before she could dwell on it, the pain in her head pulled he

Hearing the name Ryan, Kendrick's brow furrowed, and his face darkened.If Ryan had taken Annabelle away, it meant she had been rescued. That was undoubtedly good news, yet it was also Kendrick’s greatest fear. Ryan would never easily let her go once he had her in his grasp.Kendrick couldn't shake the suspicion that this entire incident had been orchestrated by Ryan. Otherwise, how could he have appeared so conveniently and whisked Annabelle away?And then there were the peculiar circumstances surrounding Kendrick’s own journey. From the moment he received Anna’s distress call, he immediately set off with Jax and several bodyguards. Yet, on the way, they encountered a series of inexplicable obstacles—traffic accidents, road construction, and even a suspicious old man who threw himself in front of their car.Individually, these incidents might seem coincidental, but together, they painted a different picture. Kendrick could no longer dismiss the possibility that they were deliberate a

Uncle Trey repeatedly cautioned Kendrick, fearing that his desperation to confront Ryan might lead to reckless decisions. The last thing he wanted was for Kendrick to fall into Ryan's trap and fail to rescue Anna.Kendrick patted Uncle Trey's hand reassuringly. "Enough, don't worry. I know what I need to do. Get some rest. Grandpa will be here soon. I have to head to the company now."Uncle Trey could only nod.After calling a doctor to examine Uncle Trey and confirming his condition was stable, Kendrick left the hospital, though his mind remained anxious. He understood that in moments like these, it was crucial to stay calm and act rationally.Upon returning to the company, Kendrick went straight to his office and summoned Jaime."Have you found any trace of Anna?"Jaime's expression was grim. "I reviewed the surveillance footage from the road. Before and after Madam's incident, an SUV was seen passing through. The license plate confirmed it belongs to Ryan."However, due to multiple

A gentle hand cupped her chin, carefully avoiding the wounds on her face. Then, with a soft grip on her shoulder, it guided her back into a lying position.Annabelle felt an itch on her face and instinctively reached up to scratch it.The hand swiftly caught her wrist, and a soothing male voice whispered into her ear, “If you don’t want a scar, don’t scratch.”Her mind, still foggy from sleep, registered the familiar voice. For a moment, she was bewildered.Why did it sound like the young master? Was she dreaming about him?She was too tired to think clearly. The fragments of her memories tangled together like a chaotic whirlpool, pulling her deeper into her slumber. The more she tried to wake up, the further she sank into the dream.As her breathing slowed into a steady rhythm, Ryan brushed his lips softly against her forehead, his fingers trailing gently along her cheek.He then lay down beside her, his eyes fixed on her face.The mirror on the nightstand reflected his image — a fac