Chapter 5 We Are Divorced
- “Right...”
- Jared muttered to himself.
- After Ashlyn returned to her room, she was just about to take a shower when her phone rang.
- It was Lucas.
- “Hello?”
- “Where did you go?” the man asked coldly, his voice laced with a hint of displeasure.
- “Why aren’t you back at this hour?”
- Ashlyn froze.
- “Aren’t we divorced?”
- Why is he still calling me?
- And he’s urging me to go home?
- It’s not even the weekends today.
- Why is he over at Whitland Villa?
- “I haven’t signed it yet, so it’s not valid.”
- Lucas couldn’t help but frown when he remembered what Spencer had told him.
- How can this woman be so straightforward and nonchalant?
- He had come back here right after work without a second thought, only to see the lights that were usually on for his return weren’t lit.
- Pushing open the door, he saw that the house was empty, and that Ashlyn was gone.
- She had simply taken off.
- With an effort, Ashlyn reined back her impatience.
- Trying to sound as gentle as possible, she said petulantly, “I’ve already signed the divorce agreement, honey. You were the one who filed for the divorce.”
- “Be a good girl and come home first, okay?”
- Lucas said, standing by the window and looking out at the lights of the city, like a good husband urging his wife to come home early.
- Ashlyn took a deep breath.
- “Okay! Give me thirty minutes.”
- If I were to flip out directly, who knows if this temperamental man would change his mind on the spot and refuse to divorce?
- By then, I’ll have to go through the trouble of finding a way to divorce again.
- I’m very busy.
- I have no time to play games with him.
- She went down the stairs, her face appallingly cold as her whole body radiated an unwelcoming aura that repelled whoever came near her.
- The men downstairs broke out in a cold sweat at the grim expression on her face.
- They steeled their hearts, asking, “Boss, w-where are you going?”
- “Send me to Whitland Villa,” Ashlyn said frigidly, barely keeping her temper in check.
- Relax, relax...
- You’ll get a divorce in no time.
- Breathe...
- Jared followed her out with glee.
- “I thought you were gonna stay at home.”
- “Zip it!”
- How Ashlyn wished to blow Lucas’ brain out.
- But as of now, she could only take it out on Jared.
- “Go to the training room and practice target shooting for a hundred rounds. Don’t sleep until you finished!”
- “Boss—”
- Jared let out a wail.
- Yet, the svelte woman slammed the door of the Land Rover and left in a huff.
- The Land Rover simply whizzed along the highway.
- The two men in black sitting in the backseat were so frightened by the speed that their faces turned white.
- “B-Boss—”
- “Argh!”
- “S-Slow down!”
- It was at this moment that they finally understood why it was said that a coward should never ride in Ashlyn’s car.
- Their stomachs were churning, but the woman at the driver’s seat was expressionless.
- She was staring at the road straight ahead, skillfully controlling the steering wheel as she stepped on the gas, overtaking cars after cars; all in one smooth motion.
- Even if they were about to throw up, they had to admit that their boss looked really cool driving like this.
- It simply took Ashlyn thirty minutes to arrive when it was originally an hour journey.
- When the Land Rover stopped nearby Whitland Villa, the two men rushed out at once and vomited on the flowerbed by the roadside until their faces went red.
- “Weak! Is that all you can take? If I were to go full steam ahead, you’ll probably be dead by now,” Ashlyn reamed them out for failing to live up to her expectations.
- “Go back and keep training!”