Noah Steele gradually eased off the accelerator.
The wild chase was over, and with it, the last of the adrenaline finally drained from his veins. His heartbeat slowed, his breathing steadied, and the lingering excitement settled into a warm, satisfied calm.
“Well,” he said with a smile, glancing at Xiao Mei, “revenge accomplished. You’ve had your fun. It’s getting late—let’s head home. What do you want to eat? I’ll cook for you.”
“Really?!”
Xiao Mei’s eyes lit up instantly, bright enough to rival the headlights.
“You’re the best, hubby!”
She nearly swallowed her saliva.
Noah’s cooking was dangerous—
the kind of food that made you eat until you were stuffed, then somehow still crave another bite.
“Last time you made that soup, it was amazing,” she said eagerly.
“And the stir-fried
