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Chapter 246 Hold Onto My Waist Tight 

Emily tried to push his hand away, but instead of breaking free, she found herself pulled closer, his arms tightening around her waist. 

Alexander held her firmly, leading her toward the window, then leaned down, his eyes crinkling with a smile. “Babe, hold onto my waist tight–don’t let go,” he said. 

Snatching the rope off the floor, he wrapped it twice around his wrist and gave a small tug. 

In the next second, a force from above lifted him upward. 

Reacting fast, Alexander pulled Emily flush against him the moment he climbed out the window. 

Together, they were hoisted up by the rope, soaring into the night. 

Panic flooded Emily—she didn’t have time to refuse, dragged along by Alexander into this reckless escape. 

As she was suspended in the air, fear made her cling to his jacket for dear life, her legs wrapping around his waist like a 

vice. 

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Alexander felt no fear at all, staying calm as he looked down at her in his arms. Seeing her grip him so tightly, he laughed. 

They landed steadily moments later, but Emily still clung to him like an octopus, not realizing they were on solid ground. 

Amused by her reaction, Alexander chuckled, patting her back gently. “We’re here, you know. Still holding on–afraid I’ll run away?” 

Emily didn’t seem to hear him, her hold unrelenting. 

His smile widened, his lips brushing her ear in a warm, intimate murmur. “Alright, babe, I won’t run. I’ll stay as long as you want me to. But if you keep squeezing this tight, you might strangle me.” 

Still shaken from the scare, Emily refused to let go. 

Growing concerned, Alexander carefully pried her off his body, only to find her face streaked with tears. 

Panic set in—he grabbed her shoulders, his voice urgent. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I say something to upset you?” 

Feeling the ground beneath her feet brought a faint sense of security. 

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Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Emily looked up at him and shook her head. “I’m okay… just scared,” she whispered. 

Alexander wasn’t convinced, pressing further. “You sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” 

Noticing her glum expression, he tested the waters, his tone light. “You’re thinking about Ethan again?” 

Emily rolled her eyes, scoffing, “Why would I think about him?” 

Her sharp reaction only confirmed his hunch–she cared more than she let on. 

But Alexander didn’t dwell on it, pushing the thought aside. 

By the time Alexander drove Emily to Elysian Ancient Town, it was past midnight. 

Despite the late hour, the town was bustling with people—girls in traditional attire wandered the streets, and vendors lined the sidewalks selling all sorts of trinkets: handcrafted figurines, pendants, bracelets, umbrellas, and street snacks. 

The ancient town felt more alive at night, oozing with warmth and charm. 

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As they walked side by side past a trinket stall, the vendor called out to them, “Sir, buy a little figurine for your wife?” 

The word “wife” made Alexander’s heart flutter, a wide smile spreading across his face. He stopped, turning to Emily. “See anything you like? Pick whatever you want–I’ll get it for you.” 

Glancing at the handcrafted figurines, Emily’s eyes wandered until they settled on a small watermill. 

The vendor noticed, picking it up and holding it out proudly. “Ma’am, great taste! This is the most expensive piece I have here.” 

Emily hesitated at his words. 

Sensing her reluctance, Alexander spoke up at once, “Wrap it up—I’ll take it.” 

Rarely seeing her drawn to something, he was determined to buy it for her. 

Emily tried to stop him, saying, “Alexander, don’t. We don’t need it.” 

Ignoring her, he handed the vendor 1000 dollars–no haggling, no waiting for a price. 

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notification. He quickly tucked the watermill into a bag, handing it to Alexander. 

“Sir, you’re so good to your wife–she’s a lucky woman!” 

Taking the bag, Alexander smiled, leaning in to whisper to the vendor, “Not my wife yet… but soon.” 

The vendor’s grin brightened. “Congratulations in advance. May you get what you wish for!” 

Alexander clicked his tongue, a confident glint in his eye. “I always do.” 

Turning to Emily, he held out the bag. “There–paid for already. No returns.” 

Hesitating for a moment, Emily took the bag, her voice soft. “Thank you.” 

Alexander looked at her, his smile playful. “Words are cheap, babe. If you really wanna thank me, you gotta put in some real 

effort.” 

Emily knew he was teasing, but she played along, curious. “What kind of effort?” 

Her earnestness made him pause–words he’d almost blurted out–asking her to be his–died on his lips. 

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He didn’t want to trivialize Emily, to make it sound like a joke when she was being so sincere. 

Instead, Alexander said, “Come with me to release wish 

balloons.” 

Emily had braced herself for something more forward, so his suggestion took her by surprise. 

Confused but curious, she nodded. “Okay.” 

Taking her hand, Alexander led her through the crowd to a riverside stall. 

Under a small awning, the vendor sold paper, pens, and colorful wish balloons. 

A sign hung outside: [Write your wish, release the balloon- heaven will grant it!] 

Seeing them approach, the vendor stood up, greeting them warmly, “Sir, ma’am—want to make a wish and pray for good fortune?” 

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Alexander nodded. “Two pieces of paper, two pens, your biggest wish balloons.” 

The vendor’s face lit up. “That’ll be 145 dollars total!” 

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Alexander paid, and the vendor handed over the balloons, paper, and pens. 

Taking the supplies, Emily looked at Alexander. “We write our wishes on paper?” 

“Yep–jot down whatever you want. Heaven’ll take care of the rest,” he said. 

Emily smiled bitterly, shaking her head. “There’s no heaven. It’s all just wishful thinking.” 

Alexander stopped writing, turning to stare at her. A few strands of hair fell across her face as she looked down, her expression calm and serene. 

At this moment, Emily was holding a pen in her hand, her gaze fixed on a spot not far away. It seemed as if she was lost in thought. 

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