Chapter 3

He and Nova sat in the middle of the table, laughing and chatting with everyone around them.

The moment the door opened, every pair of eyes in the room turned toward me.

Ryder spoke first, "Nova wanted to meet some of my friends, so I invited everyone over while we were here. You don't mind, do you?"

Someone who clearly couldn't wait to watch the drama quickly pulled out a chair.

"Oh, Lyra's here! Come on, we've been waiting for you."

I didn't sit. Instead, I placed the box with the hairpin on the table. "This is yours. Where's mine?"

Ryder froze for a moment before clicking his tongue. "Ah, damn. I forgot."

"Then please mail it to me as soon as possible. I have somewhere else to be."

I had just turned to leave when Nova stepped in front of me.

"Lyra, don't go yet. If you leave now, everyone will think I'm the other woman." She frowned slightly, putting on an innocent expression.

I smiled. "Aren't you?"

The private room fell silent.

Nova's face stiffened, her expression turning sour.

Ryder shot me an irritated look. "Sit down, Lyra. I'll call the driver and have him bring it over."

While we waited for the driver, the atmosphere gradually warmed up again.

Ryder had been right. Nova was bold and flamboyant, speaking with effortless confidence. Before long, she had become the center of attention.

Someone asked eagerly, "Nova, I heard you worked as a grid girl abroad. Tell us what that was like."

Her excitement immediately grew.

By the time I lowered my head to sip my tea, she had already moved from explaining race rules to talking about driving techniques, sounding completely at ease with the entire racing world.

"You know what I love most about racetracks?" she said. "The adrenaline rush. And you get to meet so many incredible drivers."

Her gaze drifted meaningfully toward Ryder, who had already turned his head toward her, his eyes full of warmth.

She sighed in mock regret. "The only downside is how hard it is to get a racing license. I've tried several times and still haven't passed."

Most of the people at the table had never had any connection to racing before, so the more she spoke, the more impressed they became.

"Wow, Nova, that's already amazing. None of the girls we know have anything to do with racing."

"Yeah, Ryder really does have good taste. Finding someone who's both gorgeous and that cool."

Ryder instinctively glanced at me.

I kept my head down, quietly drinking my tea without saying a word.

Nova followed his gaze and looked at me. "Lyra, do you know anything about racing?"

The moment she asked, someone burst out laughing.

"Her? No way she'd understand something that exciting. Miss Hawthorne barely even leaves the house. If she stepped onto a racetrack, she'd probably faint on the spot."

"That's not entirely fair. I see her going to Ryder's house all the time. Taking care of people takes skill too, right?"

Nova widened her eyes in mock surprise and covered her mouth. "Oh? Really? Then I guess my question was rude. But that's okay. Everyone has their own value."

She turned toward Ryder again, her tone suddenly soft and playful. "When we get married someday, you'll have to hire someone like Lyra to take care of your parents. I definitely can't do that."

Laughter exploded around the table.

I clenched my fists before slowly loosening them again. As long as I got my item back, I wouldn't stay here a second longer.

Nova pulled a ticket from her bag and asked someone beside her to pass it to me.

"Lyra, this is a ticket for next month's race. I happened to have an extra. Ryder and I will both be competing. If you have time, you should come watch."

I looked at the ticket and smiled. Wasn't this the exact race I had signed up for not long ago?

I didn't bother wasting words on them. I drained the tea in my cup and looked up at Ryder. "Call your driver again. Ask where the item is."

Ryder made the call.

A moment later, his brows drew together.

"Lyra… you might not be able to get it back right now."