Chapter 190. Runaway Bride

Fenella’s POV

“Alan!”

I called him back to seek confirmation of where he was taking me. The man kept silent and put his arm around me. He ran, and I was half dragged by his long strides.

“Ourgh!”

I fell into a tumble as my feet were no longer able to balance on my high-heeled pumps in the midst of a quick escape. Pain instantly pierced my ankle. I winced, and Alan immediately stopped.

“Damn!”

“Are you alright? Come on, Fenella. We need to go now. Can you stand up?” 

Alan helped me back to my feet. I put my hand on his arm and stood up. It was just that the pain was so intense that my ankle was now swollen and red.

“I sprained my ankle.” 

I winced with tears gathering in my eyes.

“It's okay, Fenella. Get on my back. We need to get out of here quickly before Amy snitches on Peter.” Alan crouched down so I could climb onto his back.

“I can't, Alan. You go on your own. Just leave me alone. I'll be fine.” My brea