Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

The tire of the car screeched against the floor as it suddenly sped into the moonlit night. Luigi drove fast but roughly. The ride was bumpy and the three of us in the car kept bouncing in our seats.

If Lucas had not tightened my seatbelt, my surest bet was that I would have somehow flown out of the open window.

"Luigi, gosh, can you slow down!" I yelled, tightly grasping the edge of my

seat

Luigi's shoulders shook as he chuckled from the front seat. "Of course not." He briefly glanced back, "I used to be a race car driver for F4. If I drove slowly like a grandma, my friends would laugh at me and I would lose the race. Don't worry, just hold on tight. By maintaining this speed, I would make sure we catch that thief!"

Then he took a sharp turn with a drift and despite the seatbelt, we allContent bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

swayed to the side and I uncontrollably fell into Lucas's arms. My face reddened even more as I remained in his arms since Luigi still seemed to be making a wild turn.

I thought of our limited time together at the party and realized that this was a perfect opportunity to bond with him. If only I had known that the handsome and smart man Doris wanted to introduce me to was my childhood crush, I would have gotten there early. We had hardly spoken a few words before we both had to leave

Even though we were extremely happy to see eachother again after so many years, there was this awkwardness between us. After so many years apart, meeting again felt like we were strangers who were meeting for the first time and there was also the added discomfort that I was his nephew's ex-wife. How were they even related, I thought frustratedly.

I guess it was one of the vague reasons why our ride back to my place after the party was awkwardly silent and it was also why I had hesitated to call him even though I looked forward to meeting him and spending time with him. We would both be at a loss for words to say or stuff to talk about it

wasn't like we would begin to talk about the weather or how wide the park

was.

The smell of his sweetly intoxicating cologne suddenly wafted into my nose. I frowned, it smelt familiar. I smiled slightly when I realized why it smelt so familiar. It was the same fragrance he always wore when he was younger. Then, I loved it so much that I used to sniff him and he would just smile and shake his head at my silliness.

I looked up when the car started to feel like it was moving in a normal state. My eyes widened a fraction when I came face to face with Lucas. That was when I registered how close I was to him. I was clutching his shoulders, my hair sprawled over my hands on his shoulders. His hand was firmly placed on my upper back, the warmth of his hand seeped through the flimsy material of my dress and I felt goosebumps on my skin.

"Are you okay?" His brows were creased as he looked down at me with concern, his focused gaze made me feel safe and protected. Nevertheless, my lashes fluttered down shyly.

"I'm fine," I shook my head as I murmured softly and looked away from him. Then I awkwardly extricated myself from his hold. My hands slid down his chest and he seemed reluctant as he removed his hand from my back.

When I was at a safe distance and safely tucked in my seat, my eyes raked his face searching for any sign of discomfort, "Are okay too? Are you hurt?" I rushed out instinctively as memories of how easily he used to get hurt racked me.

He smiled softly. "Relax, I'm fine. You're the one who fell. We should worry about you."

"Oh okay," I muttered and turned away, embarrassed. Then I turned to Luigi and glared at him. He was the cause of this heightened awkwardness in the first place. "Maybe I should just forget about my bag," I bit out. "I'm afraid we will all die in this car before we are able to catch the thief."

Luigi's brows furrowed and he wore an angry face. "Miss Sydney! That's an insult to my person."

Chapter on

I opened my mouth to give him a befitting response instead I let out a surprised gasp as he took yet another sharp turn, cutting through a shortcut. that clearly was not meant for cars.

"Luigi!" I screamed as he came to an abrupt halt and almost sent us ramming into the car's front mirror only to speedily reverse the car back. I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched the edge of my seat, my mind reeling with chaotic thoughts. Is this how I was going to die? I had never imagined that I would die in an intentional car accident.