Signed, Sealed, and Moving On

Asher's face was a little grim as he helped me upstairs with gritted teeth.

I felt dejected and hung my head in self-mockery.

Maybe Asher was really only planning to send me back home and nothing more.

However, just as I struggled to stay on my feet while searching for the keys to my door, taking forever, he suddenly pushed me back against the door and started kissing me passionately.

I don't know why, but it felt as though this wasn't a kiss between two people who had just met less than 12 hours ago and fallen in love at first sight. It felt more like a desperate kiss between someone who had been pining after the other and held back for years until they finally couldn't anymore.

Asher's kisses were hot, passionate, and desperate. Every kiss felt like he wanted to pull me impossibly closer to him until we were merged together in one body.

I could even feel his heart thumping wildly. So, I reciprocated with some tongue action in the kiss.

After a long, breathtaking kiss, Asher suddenly let go of me and looked away, not daring to look me in the eyes anymore. He leaned back against the wall and fought to catch his breath.

"Lexy…"

I was a little tipsy, sure, but I wasn't completely drunk.

My steps felt light as a feather. I went to him, narrowed my eyes, and looked up at him.

Asher was very tall, even taller than Noah, and he had a slim waist, long legs, and very handsome, prominent facial features.

He looked both excited and restrained at the same time, making me drown in the delectable pheromones emanating from his body.

It was obvious that he was having a reaction toward me.

I pinned him back against the wall with my hand and cornered him.

"Asher Princeton, are you getting cold feet now?"

I tiptoed and pecked him on his red, swollen lips again.

Asher's breathing caught in his throat. He then slid his hand into my pocket, grabbed the keys to my home, and opened the door with it. Then, he picked me up from the ground and practically ran into the bedroom with me.

…

It was bright when I finally woke up the next morning. Asher was no longer in bed with me.

He had been at it tirelessly all night without giving me a chance to catch my breath as he stayed hard throughout the night. I was so tired out that I'd slept through the morning and only woke up late in the afternoon.

I forced my aching body to crawl out of bed and shuffled out of the bedroom. At once, I could smell something delicious from the kitchen.

There was some stew still bubbling very gently in a pot on the stove. I also found a plate of food in the oven, still warm and toasty, with some of my favorite ingredients in the cooking.

The kitchen had been cleaned and dusted, though showing signs of use.

Asher must have had quite a hard time trying to find something decent to cook in this lacking kitchen and pantry of mine. Yet, he still pulled through.

I sat down and served myself a bowl of stew.

With some hot food in it, my stomach started feeling less uncomfortable, especially after I had drunk the beer on an empty stomach yesterday. However, the hot steam from the stew seemed to have entered my eyes, and I found them welling up with tears.

I lowered my head and took a bite of the piping hot stew, letting my tears plop into the bowl.

In the past, Noah made fun of me for being a clumsy oaf in the kitchen and not knowing how to be a good wife. In fact, he often attributed his going out and seeking other women to my failure to act like a proper lady.

This had been nothing but a one-night stand, and yet, I felt more coddled and taken care of than I'd ever been.

After resting at home for another day, I finally figured that I'd regained most of my energy back and decided to settle some of my official things.

As the manager and star racer of Noah's racing club, I had given all of myself to the club, including my time and energy, for the past few years.

Now that I was finally divorced, I didn't want to have anything more to do with Noah, and I planned to resign from my position there. I would go over and complete the handover process officially.

I changed into a set of clothes and set off for the club.

I pushed open the door to the office and saw Noah and his other disgusting friends there.

The atmosphere tensed when they caught sight of me. After a brief moment of silence, someone suddenly laughed and said, "Look, Mr. Lloyd. Lexy's come back to you after all. I told you—"

Someone immediately interrupted him and said, "It's good that she's back. Let's just forget about what happened. She'd been hospitalized for a whole month, so it must have been hard on her. Don't you think so, Mr. Lloyd?"

Noah's eyes were grim and dark. There was even a hint of ridicule in them.

He looked at me disdainfully and said with a dark chuckle, "Are you finally regretting it now, Lexy Jameson? Don't you think it's too late?"

It had only been two or three days since I had the last straw and gave up on him, divorced him, and now stood before him again. Yet, to me, he felt like a stranger now.

Was this really the person I'd been in love with for the past six years?

Suddenly, I found it disgusting yet hilarious at the same time.

I had no idea what spell I'd cast upon myself to put up with someone like him for six whole years.

"Mr. Lloyds, I'm only here to send in my resignation. From today onward, I will no longer be working for the racing club and no longer hold any position within."

I placed a notebook on the table before him.

"I've listed down all my job scope and tasks here. You can get someone to take over from me. Call me if there's anything you need help with, but I will only answer questions and queries that are directly related to work."

Noah's face remained dark and thunderous. He replied in an icy, arrogant tone, "The contract you signed with us is a ten-year contract. Have you not read about the penalty you'd have to pay if you terminated it early?"

I remained stoic. "I have, but the terms stated that the penalty only applies if the club never broke any rules or racing ethics."

Noah frowned briefly.

Just then, someone glanced at their phone and exclaimed, "Mr Lloyd! About the qualifying race last time… The organizers have released an official statement and corrected the list of winners. They… They also banned Quincy from racing for the next three years!"