Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Andrey (POV

I adjusted the rearview mirror, noting only two cats remaining behind me. This was the fifth round of the day our original field of over a dozen narrowed to just three: myself, Felix Thompson, and another driver whose name I hadn’t caught.

“Last turn,” whispered to myself, easing onto the gas. Everything crystallized in that moment of cornering. I could feel every fraction of grip between thre and asphalt, every degree of the car’s tilt.

Cheers erupted as I crossed the finish line. I pulled off my helmet, catching sight of Astrid jumping up and down by the checkered flag. Moments later, Felix’s car rolled to a stop beside mine. His smile was brighter than the summer sun as he climbed out.

Another win!” He removed his helmet, offering me a bottle of water. “Ready for round six?”

I accepted the water, noting the natural grace in his movements.

“Of course! Astrid’s voice bubbled with excitement. “I’ve lost plenty here over the years – but with my best friend back, I’m winning everything back today! Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

A skeptical voice cut through the crowd: “Miss Wilson, is she really just your friend? Or did you hire a professional to help recoup your losses?”

I felt Astrid tense beside me, ready to snap back, but Felix beat her to it.

Audrey’s skill might match a professional’s,” he said, his defense surprising me, “but you can see she’s unfamiliar with the track. She hasn’t raced in years. Less professional racer, more retired prodigy. Right, Audrey?”

The whispers started immediately:

basis already? Getting

European

start calling

“They’re just joking,” he

gaze steady. “I won’t mind. However… linking an eligible bachelor like Mr. Thompson with

Every face around us registered shock, including Felix’s. He looked like someone had

now?” Astrid

faintly. “Better to say it now than have people discover it later

I caught Felix still standing there, his expression a complex mix of emotions. Sorry, Mr. Thompson. Some things are better made clear

out, letting the engine’s roar punctuate my words. The savage growl of the engine matched the wild freedom surging through my veins, For once,

light as the car leaped forward, carrying with it all the passion and ski” I’d buried for so

Blake’s POV

closed when Laurel’s discomfort became apparent. One hand shielding her eyes from the sun, the other clinging to my arm. ‘Blake, darling, it’s too noisy here. I don’t like this atmosphere… couldn’t we

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years ago suddenly echoed in my mind. Back when my

racing. I watched her

quickly recovered, arranging her expression into a regretful – well. I did… I did love racing before, but… Blake, darling, you

you want to race and relax, I can stay and cheer for you! Men who race are

in front of the camera, I only felt the confusion inside me growing deeper. Five years ago, I told you I personally don’t enjoy such extreme sports

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