Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 737: Kill Me If You Have the Guts

Vanessa Sterling wanted to break free, but it felt like she was sinking into a quagmire; the more she struggled, the more elusive her hope of escape became.

In a trembling voice, she foolishly told Miles Sterling, "...You’ve got the wrong person."

Miles sneered coldly, moving even closer to her, gritting his teeth and asking, "Then what are you afraid of?!"

A passing couple saw their struggle and assumed it was just a lover’s quarrel, glancing briefly but not interfering.

The steps were pressed against a tall stone wall, shielding Miles and Vanessa.

Jasper Jones returned after buying drinks, looked around the area where he and Vanessa had walked earlier, but couldn’t see any sign of her.

He found an empty table and chair, set down the drinks he was holding, and took out his phone to call Vanessa...

The cheerful music ringtone started ringing. Vanessa was so scared that she was dazed and didn’t realize her phone was ringing.

Miles followed the ringtone and looked down at Vanessa’s black handbag hanging in front of her. Before she could react, he reached out to grab it.

Vanessa snapped back to reality, hurriedly pulling at the bag’s chain to stop him, her voice tinged with tears as she pleaded, "Please let me go, I beg you, just pretend I’m already dead, okay?"

Miles paused his actions, looking at Vanessa’s red-rimmed eyes, feeling an unspeakable irritation in his heart.

Without any tenderness, he forcibly pried her hands away, reaching into her bag to take out the still-ringing phone.

The contact name was saved as: Brother Jones.

Miles looked at the phone, neither answering nor hanging up, letting the ringtone play out, while he looked at Vanessa and said, "Whose idea was it? Yours or his? Or did you both plan this all along?"

Vanessa’s gaze fell on the phone, then she turned to look over her shoulder, clearly hoping Jasper would notice and come to help her.

She had no idea what awaited her if Miles took her away.

"Vanessa Sterling, you’d better give me a reasonable explanation."

Unable to break free from Miles’s grip, Vanessa looked at him helplessly and despairingly, crying, "Can’t you just pretend I’m dead... let me go, please..."

As she spoke, she moved as if to kneel, but Miles’s expression darkened, and he gripped her arm to stop her degrading act of begging.

The phone stopped ringing.

Miles put the phone into his own pocket and pulled Vanessa along, continuing up the stairs...

Vanessa reached out, clawing at the gaps in the wall, unwilling to go with him, her tear-filled eyes looking at him. She took a deep breath to adjust her emotions, her tone heavy as she said, "I won’t go back with you."

"You don’t have a choice."

Vanessa released her grip, wiped her tears, and looked at Miles, saying, "I really wish I had died in that shipwreck, but I wish even more that it was you who died!"

Miles responded indifferently, "If you’re capable, then kill me. If you do, you’d be free."

Vanessa: "Either you leave this place and never bother me again, or you kill me now, otherwise, even if I go back with you, I’ll do everything to fight you!"

Those were the harshest words she had ever spoken in her life, but Miles only chuckled derisively, "I won’t let you die; I’ll give you a chance to fight, but whether you can or not is another question. Also, I advise you to come back with me quietly; otherwise, I might go find your boyfriend and settle things with him first. You should know, I wouldn’t dare kill you, but him, I could."

Vanessa: "This is between the two of us; it has nothing to do with him!"

Miles: "Whether it does or not depends on your actions."

Jasper called again, and Vanessa, following the ringtone, looked down at Miles’s pocket where the phone was and said, "Let me at least tell him something, or he won’t feel at ease."

Miles snorted coldly, pulled out the phone, and directly hung up the call, questioning, "Did you think about telling me when you disappeared? Did you consider I might be uneasy? You’d better not mention him in front of me too much. I worry that when I’m in a bad mood, there could be ’collateral damage.’"

After speaking, Miles yanked Vanessa more forcefully. This time, Vanessa didn’t resist, only looking back worriedly, feeling guilty that she might not be able to fulfill her promise and marriage with Jasper...

She had no intention of staying alive upon returning this time.

If she couldn’t escape the nightmare, she would destroy the one who created it.

She only hoped that the battle wouldn’t drag Jasper into it.

Vanessa felt that without her, Jasper’s life would still be brilliant in the future.

It was just a pity that she couldn’t properly thank Jasper or even say goodbye...

Miles took Vanessa directly back to the hotel, packed his own things, booked the flight tickets, checked out, and left without a moment’s pause.

Along the way, Miles kept a close eye on Vanessa, as if afraid she’d pull another trick, or that she’d disappear again...

Vanessa’s mindset was already one of all-or-nothing, so she didn’t plan to escape again.

Throughout the journey, she appeared eerily calm.

The snow was still falling in Rivia, and Vanessa was only wearing a thin dress and sandals. As soon as she stepped out of the airport, the cold wind made her shiver slightly.

Miles noticed, but seeing Vanessa holding onto her pride without saying anything, he didn’t address it either, only holding her cold hand and leading her to the parking lot.

In the airport’s open-air parking lot, the wind was strong. The driver had long parked the car there waiting for them.

Seeing Miles arrive, the driver hurriedly stepped out of the car, reaching to take the suitcase from Miles’s hand, "Young master..."

The driver greeted Miles, then took a glance at Vanessa, showing a bit of surprise in his eyes, but said nothing as he carried the suitcase to the back of the car.

The phone rang with a jingling tone—it was Miles’s phone.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out the phone, glanced at the caller ID, then released Vanessa’s hand, pushing her toward the car, ordering, "Get in first."

Vanessa looked compliant, stiffly walking toward the car.

As she went to open the back door, her eyes fell on the driver’s seat door, which was wide open, the engine idling...

She looked at the driver who was still organizing the trunk, then at Miles who had walked some distance to the greenbelt to take his call.

As the wicked idea popped into her head, she started moving toward the driver’s seat.

"Bang—" The trunk closed, and when the driver came back around, he saw Vanessa pulling her foot into the car, slamming the door shut...