After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 111

In between racing sessions, I trained physically, running, lifting weights, and working on my endurance. The pain in my muscles became a constant companion, but I welcomed it. It reminded

me that I was pushing forward, closer to my goal. My teammates, initially skeptical of my return, began to take notice of my progress. Slowly but surely, I earned their respect.

Narik occasionally dropped by, offering advice and sparring with me on the track. Despite being

competitors, there was a sense of camaraderie between us. He had become my closest ally in this

journey, and we helped each other push past our limits.

Shirley, your cornering's getting sharper," Narik said one afternoon after a particularly grueling session. "I'm impressed."

I wiped the sweat from my brow, grinning. "Thanks, but I'm not done yet. Still need to work on my

acceleration."

He chuckled, leaning against his car. "You're always pushing yourself. Don't forget to breathe."

"Don't worry, I'll breathe when I win," I teased.

After weeks of grueling preparation, I chose the Singapore Blast Grand Prix, a regional event that was fiercely competitive. It wasn't the flashiest race, but it was the perfect stage for my comeback. The sun was just rising as I woke from a light nap, the early morning light spilling through the curtains.

I glanced over at the figure beside me. Lorik, as usual, had made himself at home. He had a way of showing up unannounced, and though it was sometimes frustrating, I had gotten used to his presence. I wasn't sure how he'd managed to get a key to my villa, but I hadn't bothered to change the locks. Besides, it wasn't like he was disruptive-if anything, he had been oddly helpful, making breakfast, cleaning up, and generally just hovering around.

Slipping out of bed quietly, I headed to the bathroom to wash up. Today was a big day, and I needed to be focused. By the time I made it downstairs, Lorik was already dressed in a sharp suit, adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. His breakfast preparations were laid out neatly on the table, the scent of freshly cooked eggs and toast filling the air.

"Breakfast is ready," he said without turning around. "Eat up before you head out."

I eyed the black suitcase by the door. "Are you traveling?" I asked, taking a seat at the table.

Lorik glanced at the suitcase and nodded. "Singapore. I'm attending an economic exposition. It was a

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last-minute decision, so I didn't get a chance to tell you."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Singapore, huh?" I mumbled, slicing into my eggs. Little did he know, I was heading there too-just for a different reason.

Lorik approached me, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me close. "Will you call me if you miss me?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with an unexpected vulnerability.

I chewed on my food for a moment before giving a noncommittal answer. "Maybe." I didn't see the point in telling him that we'd be in the same city. If he knew, he'd likely latch onto me for the entire trip, and I needed space-especially with the race looming over me. His grip tightened slightly, and there was a flicker of jealousy in his eyes. "You've been distant lately,

ways busy with something," he murmured. "I wait for you every night, but you come home so late."

I put my fork down and looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "Isn't this what I used to go through? Waiting for you to come home, wondering where you were?" My words struck a nerve, and Lorik flinched slightly, the guilt written on his face.

He opened his mouth to explain, but I wasn't in the mood for apologies. That chapter of my life was over, and I wasn't going to dwell on it any longer. Standing up, I reached for his tie, giving it a playful

tug.

The sudden closeness caught Lorik off guard. His body stiffened, and I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer as he whispered my name, "Shirley..."

I learned closer "Goodbye, darling," I whispered, leaning close enough that my lips brushed against

his ear. "Maybe we'll meet again in a few days?"

The roar of the jet engines had just faded as I stepped off the plane, feeling the humid Singapore air

hit me like a warm wave. The taxi ride to the hotel was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine

and I found myself staring out of the window at the cityscape rushing by. The view of the sleek, modern buildings slowly gave way to the coastline, the gleaming ocean reflecting the evening light This was Singapore-vibrant, alive, and buzzing with anticipation for the Singapore Blast Grand Prix. I was lost in thought when I noticed Gregor fidgeting next to me, his brow furrowed as he stared at his phone. Something was clearly wrong.

"What is it?" I asked, glancing at him curiously.

Gregor didn't respond immediately. Instead, he handed me his phone, his expression serious. The screen showed breaking news, a headline flashing across the screen.

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Legendary Racer Cheryl Returns to Compete in the Singapore Blast Grand Prix.

the words felt like a punch to the gut. I had been careful, extremely careful, to keep my return under wraps, but it seemed the secret was out.

Gregor has been very careful about hiding my identity, because if the result of this race is not good enough to cause me to lose my comeback, it would be a fatal blow both for me personally and for the team.

I wanted to know what people were saying about my return this time.

I took a deep breath and nervously clicked on the comments section, looking for comments that

related to me.

Soon enough, a comment jumped out at me.

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