My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Her sculpted jawline traced into a long, graceful neck, accentuating a poised, impossibly slender frame that looked too perfect to be real.With each casual toss of her hair, the crowd's energy spiked, more than a few men stared so hard at the screen that they practically forgot to breathe, gaping in awe and entranced by the vision before them.From across the venue, even filtered through a screen, it felt as if her intoxicating scent drifted over the crowd, bewitching everyone who laid eyes on her.“Who is that woman? She's utterly breathtaking! I thought the competitor was already pretty, but she doesn't even compare. This woman is on a whole other level!"“This one is not just beautiful…she's got that killer magnetism. I'd give up ten years of my life for one night with her."“You? Please. You think you stand a chance? She's clearly here for Ivan. Unless you're richer and more powerful than he is, don't bother dreaming."“Pretty faces are cheap. I want to see if she can actually win

“Did Mr. Gray seriously bring in some big shot for backup? Who even is this guy?"“No way, they're seriously rolling up in a freaking Rolls-Royce Cullinan? These people are loaded!"“And that woman's driving some crazy-expensive sports car too. Are they all born rich or something?"While the crowd buzzed with shock and barely disguised envy, a jet-black Rolls-Royce Cullinan glided to a stop, drawing every eye in the driveway.As the door swung open, camera lenses whirred into action, the scene magnified on the giant stadium screen for everyone to see.A man stepped out, his features devastatingly handsome, ice-cold eyes slicing past the camera with the chill of a winter storm, leaving the onlookers shivering. He moved with the easy confidence of someone used to power, his long, athletic frame radiating a mix of understated class and brute strength.Eugene’s gaze zeroed in on Amelia, taking in every detail of her racing suit. There was a spark of curiosity in his eyes, edged with a hint

Eugene shook his head firmly, unwavering in his honesty. "She didn't cheat, and I didn't go easy on her. I was simply outmatched."Eugene never made excuses. If someone outperformed him, he owned it without hesitation or complaint.“That's unbelievable! A woman outdriving you?" Ivan’s frustration surged, threatening to spill over as he battled the urge to expose Eugene’s concealed identity as Darknight.“A defeat is a defeat. No use dwelling on it," Eugene replied calmly, maintaining his composure. Ivan clenched his jaw, simmering with rage.He was sure Eugene had tanked the race on purpose, just to sabotage him. But with Eugene refusing to confess, he was powerless to prove it.“Did you catch that, Ivan? Eugene owns his loss like a man. What about you?" Jessica’s triumphant smile widened. “Come on, pay up so we can all call it a night."Ivan shot a venomous glare her way, muttering curses under his breath.“Respect the bet, Ivan. Don't drag the Madrigal family name through the mud," E

Amelia stopped him. "If you're sick, sit in the front. Don't push it." She opened the passenger door for him. "Actually, maybe we should go to the hospital?"“No need. I'll be fine after some rest," Lucas muttered. With no other choice, he slid into the front seat. Great. His little lie backfired.If he insisted on the back now, Amelia would haul him to the ER.Eugene looked smug again. He glanced at Lucas, only to meet a cold, cutting stare.The tension inside the car was thick enough to slice with a knife.As the car pulled off, Eugene checked the mirror and asked casually, "So, Miss Brown...What's your relationship with Raven?"Amelia's expression faltered slightly, though she had expected this question to come up eventually. After all, hiding the fact that she and Raven were one and the same could only go so far. No matter how carefully she changed her look, her habits might still betray her.To a casual observer, these things would slip by unnoticed. But those with sharp eyes just

“Are you okay?” Mark asked, voice, soft and gentle.Jessica blinked, snapping back to reality.She quickly dropped her gaze, flustered.What happened between them had to stay dead and buried.“I’m…I’m fine…”“Let me check if you got a cut…you know…from the glass.” Gently cupping her face with both hands, Mark brows furrowed in concentration as he inspected her body.“No cuts. Do you hurt anywhere? Tell me if you feel any painful.”The concern in his voice made Jessica heart race.Then she recalled his arm had being struck by the bottle.She quickly reached for him, grabbing his arm but Mark flinched in pain.Jessica immediately released his arm in a panic.“I’m sorry, did I hurt you? We need to go to the hospital.”“It’s okay. It’s just a minor injury.” As he spoke, he flexed his arm in front of her.“See, no major damage. It’s just a small bruise. I’m fine.”“Let me see.” She insisted, her voice soft but firm.She rolled up his sleeve, carefully.A red bruise was already blooming bene