Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0098

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 all

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 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

years apart, meeting again felt like we were strangers

call him even though I looked forward to meeting him and spending time with him. We would both be at a loss for

would begin to talk about the weather

was.

I frowned, it smelt familiar. I smiled slightly when I realized why it smelt so familiar. It was the same fragrance he always wore

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

with concern, his focused gaze made me feel safe

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

and safely tucked in my seat, my eyes raked his face searching for any sign of discomfort, "Are okay too? Are you hurt?"

fine. You're the one who

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.