The Night I Let Go novel Chapter 15

Time flew by, and the weekend passed in the blink of an eye. Monday morning soon arrived.

Zachary and Anya left the house together, but they didn't head straight to the office.

Before they set off, Zachary had sent Wendy a text, reminding her not to forget their appointment at the courthouse to finalize their divorce.

Just after he sent the message, Anya unexpectedly pulled the car to a stop by the side of the road.

Zachary turned to look at her, confused, as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Anya raised her eyebrows, motioning for him to get out of the car.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Mr. Lloyd, a little cooperation would be nice. Get out already!"

Seeing his blank stare, Anya clicked her tongue in mild annoyance. She said, "If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it first, right?"

Zachary had no choice but to follow her out of the car. They had stopped in front of a place called "Taco House".

Once inside, Anya walked up to the cashier and ordered two servings of beef tacos, one of them with extra spice.

Zachary didn't give it much thought, assuming that Anya liked spicy food. But when the order came, Anya pushed the spicier plate toward him.

"How did you know I like spicy food?" Zachary asked, a bit surprised.

Anya said casually between small bites of her taco, "I'm not blind. You barely put chili in the dishes you cooked, but each time, you were the one who ate all of it."

A warmth spread through Zachary's chest. Wendy had never noticed that he liked spicy food, but Anya had picked up on it almost immediately. She had even remembered.

Zachary had always loved spicy food, and practically lived for it, but because Wendy couldn't handle spicy dishes, he'd rarely used chili while cooking, except when absolutely necessary.

During their five years of marriage, he had gone out of his way to accommodate Wendy's preferences, sometimes even forgetting his own.

This often led Wendy to tease him, asking how he could possibly not have anything he liked.

But in truth, it wasn't that he liked nothing. It was just that he chose not to show it, or deliberately hid it for the sake of someone else.

Zachary wasn't a fan of tacos, but this taco place Anya had found served food so good that he ended up finishing his entire plate of extra-spicy beef tacos.

Anya asked with a smug grin, "Well? Pretty good, huh?"

She had only eaten half of her taco, but she'd picked out all the beef. Clearly, she had a particular fondness for it.

Zachary smiled and nodded. "Yeah. It was really good. I liked it."

Just then, Anya pulled two napkins from the dispenser. She extended her hand, and Zachary instinctively reached out to take them.

But before he could, Anya used one of the napkins to wipe the sauce from the corner of his mouth. The casual, almost intimate gesture took Zachary by surprise.

By the time he registered what was happening, Anya had already pulled her hand away. She rested her chin on her palms, her bright eyes watching him with an amused glint.

Zachary felt his face grow warm but tried to maintain his composure. He muttered, trying to sound stern, "You shouldn't do that. People might get the wrong idea."

"Wrong idea about what?" Anya asked, her eyes twinkling.

Zachary replied, "You're not in a relationship. If someone with bad intentions saw that and snapped a photo, it might make things harder for you in the future."

Anya chuckled, a sly smile spreading across her face. "That'd be perfect!"

Her response left Zachary speechless. He could see it now. This CEO, who was so cold and commanding at work, was an absolute joker outside the office.