Chapter 123


    "Ike, everyone''s been treating me real nice, super friendly, no rejection at all. You can chill, I''m all


    good," Lucinda reassured Ike, then asked, "Ike, you taking a break today? No overtime?"


    "You left me in the dust to follow Stefan, what else am I supposed to do but work?" Ike sounded


    miffed. His sister got whisked away by her old ssmate.


    Lucinda chuckled, "Ike, drop by whenever you''re free. I''ve decided to move back to the manor with


    Stefan."


    Ike retorted, "That''s way out in the sticks, it''s gonna be a pain for you tomute."


    "I can drive to work. In fact, I''m about to take Stefan for a spin."


    Hearing this, Ike immediately said, "Lucy, hand your phone to Stefan. I need to have a word with


    him."


    Lucinda hummed in agreement and passed the phone to Stefan.


    Just as Stefan put the phone to his ear, he heard Ike ask, "You had breakfast yet?"


    "Yeah."


    "Well, don''t go barfing all over the car."


    "I don''t get car sick."


    Ike chuckled, "Just be careful, alright?" With that, he hung up.


    Stefan was left puzzled. What was Ike trying to say?


    "Ike hung up? Alright, I''m driving now." Lucinda, who hadn''t driven in a while, cheerfully started the


    car.


    At first, Stefan didn''t catch Ike''s drift. But once Lucinda began driving, it hit him.


    Driving with Lucinda was a wild ride!


    Even this seasoned driver was scared stiff, clutching the seat for dear life, worried that one sharp


    turn would hurl him out of the car.


    "Lucy," Stefan called out.


    "Honey, don''t distract me when I''m driving. This is only my second time behind the wheel since


    getting my license. I''m a bit rusty,"


    Lucinda scared Stefan into silence when she said this.


    She''s driving, but it was like she was piloting a jet.


    Stefan sat rigidly, eyes fixed on the road ahead, his face turning a shade paler.


    After a while, he asked, "Lucy, did you pass your driving test or did you buy your license?"


    "I passed."


    "That''s good, that''s good. Ah—slow down when you turn!" Stefan let out another shriek.


    To Lucinda, Stefan was being a nuisance.


    She''d already told him she was a bit out of practice and asked him not to distract her.


    She loved the thrill of speeding, but she did pass her driving test.


    During her driving lessons, she often scared her instructor witless, which led her to constantly mock


    hisck of nerve.


    As Stefan sat there, tense, Lucinda finally had her fill of driving, parked the car and turned to her


    passenger with a gleeful expression, "Stefan, I''m so happy! The road''s wide and there''s hardly any


    traffic. It''s been such a joy!"


    Stefan didn''t respond. He pushed the car door open and got out, his legs trembling.


    Ike really should have been more specific.


    Had he known Lucy''s driving was like a rollercoaster ride, he would''ve never let her behind the


    wheel.


    As he sat in the car, feeling like he was floating in the wind, he thought back to when he had


    someone secretly photograph Lucinda. Why didn''t they ever capture her behind the wheel?


    The person replied, "Mr. Coleman, Ms. Moore couldn''t steer to save her life. How was I supposed to


    capture her driving?"


    Lucinda, oblivious to Stefan''s fear, got out of the car and looked off into the distance, asking,


    "Stefan, where are we?"


    Stefan replied, "You were driving so fast I lost track of where we are."


    Stefan was pale but quickly regained his color once he got out of the car.


    At least, they were safe.


    His wife loved driving like she was in a race, but her skills were up to snuff and posed no safety


    risks.


    Life was good!


    Lucinda asked, "Honey, were you scared sitting in my car? Ike practically wet himself when he rode


    with me." Lucindaughed at Ike''s cowardice.


    Stefan thought to himself, “I almost wet myself too.”


    Stefan walked over to Lucinda, draped his arm over her shoulder and said gently, "Lucy, you were


    driving way too fast. It''s not safe. Fortunately, this road was built by our family and has little traffic.


    Otherwise, we could''ve easily had an ident. For safety''s sake, let me driveter. As for your


    commute, I''ll drive you or we can have a chauffeur take you."


    Having witnessed her driving skills, Stefan decided that he would never let Lucinda drive again.


    Lucinda immediately responded, "The only reason I drove so fast here is because there''s hardly


    any traffic. On other roads, I promise I''ll drive normally and won''t speed. Honey, you said I can drive


    any car in our garage. Let me drive myself to work."


    Stefan asked, "Lucy, did you stop liking me? Just a while ago, you confessed your feelings for me."


    Lucinda was taken aback. She merely said she wanted to drive herself to work, and he twisted it


    into a question of whether she liked him or not?


    Lucinda said, "I like you, of course I like you. It''s not just like, it''s love, Stefan, I love you."


    Stefan asked, "Lucy, if you like me, why won''t you let me drive you to and from work? Do you not


    want to see me or are you fed up with me?"


    Lucinda was speechless.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    Under Stefan''s firm belief that her refusal to let him drive her to and from work meant she didn''t love


    him and was repulsed by him, Lucinda had no choice but to relent.


    So, she agreed to let him drive her to and from work and no longer insisted on driving herself.


    She knew he must''ve been scared by her driving.


    Lucinda was slightly regretful that she drove so fast with him in the car.


    But what''s done is done and regret was of no use.


    After getting her license, she drove twice, including this time, and then, she never drove again.


    While Lucinda and her husband were enjoying the breeze outside, Cecilia Yates was preparing


    fruits for the two elderly men engrossed in their chess game.


    The two old men ying chess, one was Cecilia Yates'' grandpa, Devon Yates, the other was Owen


    Martinez''s grandpa, Trenton Martinez. But the folks in the Yates family didn''t know he was the old


    man from the Martinez family.


    Devon loved to y chess, and so did Trenton. He yed chess with Devon twice as the new


    neighbor, and they became chess buddies.


    Then, Trenton started frequently visiting the Yates family, observing Cecilia''s personality firsthand.


    Cecilia brought over some washed fruit, ced it beside her grandpa, and said to Trenton with a


    smile, "Trenton, help yourself to some fruit."


    "Thanks."


    Trenton nodded affectionately, looked at the chess game, thought for a moment, made his move,


    then said to Devon, "Devon, your granddaughter is really something, way better than my


    granddaughters. My granddaughters only treat me nicely when they need my help, otherwise,


    they''re practically invisible."


    Devon replied, "Yeah, my granddaughter is pretty great, basically wless. The only thing is that


    she''s already 24 and still doesn''t have a boyfriend."