Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

On Sixth Avenue.

In an effort to enjoy some alone time with Tina, Jared Farrell had cajoled Marie into looking after Zackary, having just dropped the child off.

Marie, now fond of Tina, had grown to like Zackary as well. Moreover, ever since the high society ladies learned that the famed perfumer Q was to be her future daughter-in-law, they had been vying to win her favor, hoping she would create custom perfumes for them.

Even a prominent figure’s wife from the capital had reached out, becoming close friends with her. Marie was truly enjoying her time in the limelight.

Hence, she was more than happy to have her son secure Tina quickly and was delighted to take care of Zackary.

Zackary, initially shy, had quickly adjusted since Sophia also lived at Marie’s place. Jared had even made him try Tina’s lethal cooking, which had him running away without looking back.

On their way back to Blue Cove after dropping off Zackary, Jared was driving and taking a call from Hayden Cohen through the car’s Bluetooth system.

Hayden reported, “It’s done. She’s been pushed in.”

Jared responded, “Keep an eye on her!”

Hayden scoffed, “Who do you think I am? Careless? If one of them got out, the police would have a headache for a long time. Your aunt-in-law will have enough to handle.”

He continued teasingly, “Mr. Farrell, you’re harsh, sending such a delicate girl to that place. Never knew you had it in you.”

As Jared steered the wheel, he casually replied, “I didn’t send her there; she ran in herself.”

“Ah, right, right.”

While Hayden made light of the conversation, he internally criticized, “As if someone would just run into Southridge Psychiatric Facility without being chased there.”

Then he added, “I’ve noticed you’ve gotten more cunning since being with your fiancee. Did you learn from her?”

“I can hear you,” Tina said flatly.

Caught off guard, Hayden chuckled awkwardly, “You two are inseparable, huh?”

“Where did you send her?” Tina asked Jared.

“The psychiatric hospital at Southridge,” Hayden laughed, answering before Jared could.

Tina showed a hint of surprise; despite only recently returning to Ensford, she’d heard of the notorious acts at Southridge Psychiatric Facility.

Three years ago, a brutal serial killer had hidden there to evade the police but was tormented by the inmates to the extent that he sobbed and begged the police to rescue him, preferring immediate execution over staying there.

Tina hadn’t expected Jared to have sent Amber there.

This was getting interesting.

“Tina, you’re smiling,” Jared noted, seeing a slight smile on Tina’s lips as he drove. “Seems like I did well to make you happy. Don’t forget what you promised me.”

At that moment, a large semi-truck on the opposite lane suddenly swerved towards Jared’s car.

Jared sharply turned the wheel, narrowly avoiding the truck as it skidded, the screech of metal on metal and sparks flying around them.

The truck was too cumbersome and crashed into the roadside bushes, overturning.

“What’s going on?!” Hayden, still on the line, heard the commotion and asked anxiously.

“We’re being attacked,” Jared said coldly as he saw four black cars blocking their path.

“Darn it!” Hayden cursed, “I’m pinpointing your location now!”

As Hayden hung up, one of the black cars charged at them, and Jared expertly reversed to avoid the collision.

The other three cars also revved their engines in pursuit. Despite driving in reverse, Jared maneuvered the car adeptly, dodging the chasing cars with swift and precise movements.

Finding an opportunity, Jared clutched, drifted to dodge another car, then accelerated forward.

Once he was driving forward, the pursuers realized Jared was even faster than before. Despite entering oncoming traffic, he skillfully dodged all approaching vehicles, not slowing down.

Tina, gripping the handle on the ceiling, thoughtfully watched Jared. His drift reminded her of Thundercloud, an underground racer she knew from a race on Clearwater’s mountain roads, who had almost beaten her with his skillful drifting.

Suddenly, someone from the pursuing cars fired a shot, shattering the driver’s side rearview mirror.

Another shot pierced the rear windshield, shattering a perfume ornament inside, releasing the distinct scent of Old Man perfume that Tina had created.

Tina slightly curled her lips; she had noticed that Jared had replaced all his car’s fragrances with the one she made.

Actions speaking louder than words-he really did like it.

Amid the strong scent of perfume, Jared internally cursed, deciding to switch all his cars to bulletproof models after today.

Another shot from the left rear shattered the window, Jared’s left arm pained, but hegrasped the steering wheel firmly. He knew he had been shot in the arm and might not last long, but glancing at Tina next to him, he clenched his teeth and pressed on the accelerator.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Blood was streaming from his wounded arm, mixing the iron-rich scent with the perfume in the car, tingling their senses.

Tina noticed his trembling left hand and felt the car slow down.

Ahead, two more semi-trucks appeared, seemingly ready to block their path, while the four black cars continued their relentless pursuit. The gunman was reloading his weapon.

“Switch places,” Tina quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, took hold of the steering wheel, and said to Jared, “I’ll drive.”

Jared looked at her in surprise as she swiftly unbuckled his seatbelt and squeezed between him and the steering wheel. Her feet replaced his on the pedals, and she began driving from his lap.

Through the thin fabric of their clothes, Jared felt the warmth of Tina’s body, precisely positioned over him.

He knew it wasn’t the time to be distracted, yet he couldn’t help himself.

“You got shot and you’re still this spirited!” Tina felt his body react and turned her ears red with embarrassment, scolding him without goodwill.

Jared, speechless, focused on the road as Tina skillfully maneuvered the car, their roles unexpectedly reversed in the heat of crisis.