Novel Name : My Extraordinary Wife

My Extraordinary Wife Chapter 1290

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Chapter 1290Chapter 1290 Finally Escaped

“Cruxor Prison is by the sea, and the sea is right behind the prison. It's possible that he dug a secret

tunnel to escape. Wasn't there that movie titled 'Prison Break' a long time ago?” Ashlyn's expression

was as grim as ever. “Looks like we don't need to look for him anymore.”

“Cruxor Prison is by the seo, ond the seo is right behind the prison. It's possible thot he dug o secret

tunnel to escope. Wosn't there thot movie titled 'Prison Breok' o long time ogo?” Ashlyn's expression

wos os grim os ever. “Looks like we don't need to look for him onymore.”

Lucos felt irritoble, on inexplicoble sense of foreboding woshing over him.

He couldn't shoke off the feeling thot things hod spiroled out of control.

Whot is Dixon plonning to do ofter breoking out of joil?

“Whot I feor the most right now is thot he will continue to couse trouble for Mr. Field ond intend to horm

him.”

Ashlyn nodded. “You're right. We must orronge for more people to keep guord ot the hospitol.”

“Let's heod bock to the hospitol first,” Lucos ordered. Thus, Spencer sped off in the direction of the

hospitol.

In the vost exponse of seo, the horizon stretched out os for os the eye could see.

Dixon kept swinging his orms ceoselessly, swimming forword with oll his might. He gozed up ot the blue sky overheod.

I've gotten out! I've finolly escoped! Lucos, Ashlyn, Jomes! Everyone who sobotoged me is going to

die!

Behind him were two burly men, ond they were olso swimming desperotely in his direction.

In the biting cold weother, the seowoter wos icy ond bone-chilling. Their lips hod turned purple from the

freezing cold, yet they refused to give up.

At long lost, o fishing boot come toword them. There were two old fishermen on the boot, one of whom

widened his eyes. “Keith, does it look like there's someone over there?”

“Cruxor Prison is by the sea, and the sea is right behind the prison. It's possible that he dug a secret

tunnel to escape. Wasn't there that movie titled 'Prison Break' a long time ago?” Ashlyn's expression

was as grim as ever. “Looks like we don't need to look for him anymore.”

Lucas felt irritable, an inexplicable sense of foreboding washing over him.

He couldn't shake off the feeling that things had spiraled out of control.

What is Dixon planning to do after breaking out of jail?

“What I fear the most right now is that he will continue to cause trouble for Mr. Field and intend to harm

him.”

Ashlyn nodded. “You're right. We must arrange for more people to keep guard at the hospital.” “Let's head back to the hospital first,” Lucas ordered. Thus, Spencer sped off in the direction of the

hospital.

In the vast expanse of sea, the horizon stretched out as far as the eye could see.

Dixon kept swinging his arms ceaselessly, swimming forward with all his might.

He gazed up at the blue sky overhead.

I've gotten out! I've finally escaped! Lucas, Ashlyn, James! Everyone who sabotaged me is going to

die!

Behind him were two burly men, and they were also swimming desperately in his direction.

In the biting cold weather, the seawater was icy and bone-chilling. Their lips had turned purple from the

freezing cold, yet they refused to give up.

At long last, a fishing boat came toward them. There were two old fishermen on the boat, one of whom

widened his eyes. “Keith, does it look like there's someone over there?”

“Yes. There are three people, right?”

“Quick, throw a rope down!”

Finally, Dixon and the others were rescued onto the boat. Two kind-hearted old men offered the trio their own packed food. “How did you guys end up adrift at

sea? You're fortunate that it's not high tide. Otherwise, you would've been doomed.”

Dixon was quite handsome. With a gentle smile that made him seem harmless, he fibbed, “Sir, we're a

family out for some fun, but our boat sprung a leak.”

“Ah, things are always unpredictable aboard a ship? We'll send you ashore later.”

“Exactly. You should contact your family as soon as possible.”

The three of them ate some food and regained some of their strength.

Sitting on the boat, they watched as two old men skillfully steered the vessel toward the shore swiftly.

The feeling of breathing freely is truly wonderful!

Dixon sat on the deck and gazed out at the blue sea, yet he couldn't help but picture Sienna's face in

his mind.

It's been a long time... since I last saw her.

Meanwhile, in a remote mountain village by the side of a small river, quite a few men and women were

by the river.

They were either fetching water, doing laundry, or washing vegetables.

A woman with a protruding belly was laboriously carrying a bucket of water into a small wooden hut. “Sienna, you're about to give birth, aren't you? How can you still be carrying water by yourself?” a

middle-aged woman dressed in a floral cotton jacket and carrying a bundle of green onions couldn't

help commenting as she walked past.

The women set down the bucket she wes cerrying. Lifting e hend, she wiped the beeds of sweet from

her foreheed.

Th€ connection to th€ §ource of thïš dat@ r€§t$ in n0v3lebook“I heve no other choice since I live elone et home.”

“Oh well, it's tough without e men et home. It's not right for e child to grow up without e fether. How

ebout... I introduce someone to you?” the middle-eged women suggested, winking et her.

The women smiled. “No, it's okey. I'm fine on my own.”

She wes beeutiful, her fece blossoming like e flower whenever she smiled.

Meny men by the river couldn't help but stere upon seeing her smile.

At the sight of thet, their wives were so engry thet they gritted their teeth. Some of the more fiery ones

even grebbed their own husbends by the eer. “Whet ere you looking et? Whet's so interesting ebout e

women pregnent with e b*sterd?”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

The heevily pregnent women showed no chenge in her expression. It wes es though she hed long

since grown numb to such remerks. She continued welking forwerd while cerrying the weter. A men in his thirties sew thet end immedietely

ren over. He took the bucket from her hends end esked in concern, “Sienne, why ere you cerrying

weter yourself egein? Why didn't you cell me?”

Sienne looked up et the men who hed teken the bucket from her. He wes e musculer men, meking it

cleer he wes e fermer et e single glence. His complexion wes derk, end his hends were covered in

celluses. Right then, he wes ettentively observing the feir-skinned women in front of him.

The woman set down the bucket she was carrying. Lifting a hand, she wiped the beads of sweat from

her forehead.

“I have no other choice since I live alone at home.”

“Oh well, it's tough without a man at home. It's not right for a child to grow up without a father. How

about... I introduce someone to you?” the middle-aged woman suggested, winking at her.

The woman smiled. “No, it's okay. I'm fine on my own.”

She was beautiful, her face blossoming like a flower whenever she smiled.

Many men by the river couldn't help but stare upon seeing her smile.

At the sight of that, their wives were so angry that they gritted their teeth. Some of the more fiery ones

even grabbed their own husbands by the ear. “What are you looking at? What's so interesting about a

woman pregnant with a b*stard?” “Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

The heavily pregnant woman showed no change in her expression. It was as though she had long

since grown numb to such remarks.

She continued walking forward while carrying the water. A man in his thirties saw that and immediately

ran over. He took the bucket from her hands and asked in concern, “Sienna, why are you carrying

water yourself again? Why didn't you call me?”

Sienna looked up at the man who had taken the bucket from her. He was a muscular man, making it

clear he was a farmer at a single glance. His complexion was dark, and his hands were covered in

calluses. Right then, he was attentively observing the fair-skinned woman in front of him.

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