My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Wounded

Pramudya thought Freya was scared so she gripped the back of the chair tightly. Feeling a little guilty for involving the girl, Pram shifts and sits right next to Freya.

“It's okay. Soon help will come soon,” he said with an awkward expression. He had never persuaded a woman before.

“Eh?” Freya was surprised and looked at her boss in confusion. Whatdoes thatmean?

“You need not fear. I won't let anything happen to you.”

“Oh ...” Freya smiled awkwardly. Does the boss think he's scared? Too bad, he was just preparing himself for a chase with criminals.

The driver turned the steering wheel into a deserted highway. The freeway is not as crowded as the protocol road. The escort car took the entrance from the left and right sides, while the stalker car stopped briefly behind before following into the toll gate.

“It was a stalker,” muttered Pramudya slowly.

Freya rolled her eyes with a bored expression. It seemed that his fierce boss did not completely believe his words.

The two guard cars flanked at the front and back as before. Meanwhile the stalker car slowed down near the toll entrance gate.

“Where is the car?” ask Freya and look back. Only a bodyguard car was seen following in a safe distance.

Pramudya. Is this just a coincidence? Or is the car experiencing obstacles so that it can not follow again? Whatever it was, he didn't want to take the risk.

“Fixed driving, out of the first lane,” his orders to the driver.

“Good, Mr.”

“Do you think this is not suspicious? Maybe they have set a trap on the way out,” said Freya while glancing back several times. He was pretty sure those people would not give up so easily. It's impossible ‘kan release the hunt just like that?

Pramudya glanced at Freya and gave a deep enough gaze that the girl was misbehaving.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to interfere or pretentious. Sometimes my mouth can't work together, keep talking even if I don't want to. What I think is just happening,” said Freya in a soft voice.

He then turned his eyes out the window. Being too close to this fierce CEO made him a little short of breath. The masculine scent emanating from his body dominated the entire air layer in the car, making his poor little heart almost lose its rhythm.

“You are quite observant and meticulous, invisible from your reckless appearance,” Pram said casually.

Freya's eyes narrowed. Did this kind-hearted future husband just praise her? Is that worth calling a compliment? He felt it was a kind of subtle innuendo that pierced straight into his heart.

After a quarter of an hour, the car drove on the motorway without significant obstacles. There was no sign of any other stalkers following them. It seemed that the previous stalker car had actually been left behind at the entrance gate. It may be broken, or it may be just a prankster who happens to recognize Pramudya Antasena and wants to follow him for a while, or it could be just a journalist who wants to get exclusive news.

Whatever it was, Freya didn't think much of it anymore. As for whether or not there is a trap on the way out, just let the fierce boss handle it. It was out of his control at all.

Booms!

Just as Freya was about to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a very strong explosive sound followed by the sound of tires squeaking the eardrum. Freya's body bounced forward, then the momentum pushed her back very hard. A sturdy hand held his body firmly, pulling him into a warm embrace. The masculine scent was so sharp that Freya's brain froze for a moment. Not yet recovering from his shock, a long and sharp shrill voice came back.

Pram held Freya's body in his arms with all his might. He cursed in the heart. He had asked Bayu to clear the exit route. Who would have thought those people were actually attacking while they were still on the highway. What was used? A bomb? A grenade? Goddamn bum! How dare those people.

Freya groaned softly when finally the car stopped rolling. Both of his legs were stuck in the window, while his head was still in Pramudya's arms. Fortunately, he was wearing jeans. Otherwise, I don't know where he should hide his face.

“You injured?” pram asked as he tried to kick the door open.

Freya hissed slowly. His head ached and his elbows were painful, but his other limbs seemed to still be fine.

“Slightly. Its alright. Come on, get out first.”

The girl pushed Pramudya's arm and circulated a glance. Fortunately, the car did not stop upside down. He rubbed his body weight with his hands, then checked the driver whose head was bowed on the steering wheel of the car. He reached out and checked the driver's pulse. Still life. It just seems to faint. Freya breathed a sigh of relief.

“Come, hurry out,” said Pram who has successfully opened the car door. He helped Freya out of the car, then helped get the driver out who was still unconscious.

“We must not be in the open area. Come on, quickly find shelter,” said Pramudya while circulating his gaze around. Their vehicles are on the edge of the field. Two escort cars overturned not far from their location. Half a dozen bodyguards ran up to them with guns ready to be aimed.

“There!” exclaim Freya while pointing towards the concrete pillars that are supporting the overpass.

“Ayo, fast. Careful ...” Pram held Freya's arm and half dragged her to the pillar.

“Master!” call one of the bodyguards who seems to be the leader of the troops.

“Where did the attack come from?” ask Pram.

The leader stood in front of Pram and reported, “I am only one person. He used a suicide bomb, blew himself up with the car he was driving. Sorry, we were late to realize it.”

“Basic is useless! Quick check!” pramudya orders while ducking and watching around. He subconsciously pulled Freya's head and blocked her with his chest.

"Aaah ..." the hiss slowly escaped from Freya's mouth. His head ached when touched by Pram's hand. The pain was not felt because of the soaring adrenaline. Now, almost all the cells in his body were screaming from the pain, but he was grinding his teeth and not complaining. The situation at that time was still not conducive, he should not distract everyone.

“Sorry.” Raflex Pram took off his hand. Although invisible, he could feel the sticky and warm liquid touched by it. He sniffed his fingers, smelling a special smell of iron and hemoglobin. Bloods. The girl is bleeding.

Pram tightened his jaw and roared furiously, “Where is Bayu? You are all useless! Problems like this alone cannot be solved! Call an ambulance! No, quickly bring a helicopter here!”

The chairman immediately made a call while ordering his men to comb around the place. Do not let there be any hidden dangers.

"Sir Pram, I'm fine. Don't worry." Freya bit her lips and tried to calm the raging man.

Pimply. The man looked 1000 times more terrifying when he was angry.

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