# Chapter 40: The Chauffeur of the Man Who Refuses to Love
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 40 of "REMARRIED AFTER I SECRETLY DIVORCED THE CEO" – a chapter that feels like a strange dance between two people who can’t seem to figure out who’s driving whom, both literally and emotionally. So grab a cup of tea, settle in, and let’s dive into this tangled web of awkward rides, bitter family accusations, and the quiet weight of unsaid words.
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The gathering wound down like a slow, reluctant tide. Guests exchanged farewells, laughter fading into the hum of engines and the click of heels on pavement. Autumn stood by the door, ready to slip away unnoticed, when Ethan approached her with a gentle smile. "Let me drive you home."
Before she could answer, Keith’s voice cut through the air like a blade. He was already shrugging into his coat, his movements unhurried but decisive. "I’ll take her."
Ethan gave a polite nod, his eyes flickering between them for just a moment. "Then I’ll leave her in your care, Senior Sinclair."
And just like that, the decision was made. Autumn felt a knot tighten in her chest. She had planned to ride with Ethan – anything to avoid the suffocating proximity of Keith. But now, here she was, frozen in the doorway, watching her escape route vanish.
Keith glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Not leaving?"
She followed him, her footsteps heavy with reluctance. The parking lot stretched before them under the pale glow of streetlights. Keith hadn’t brought Jesse tonight; he was driving himself. Autumn instinctively reached for the back door, hoping to retreat into the shadows of the rear seat.
But Keith’s low voice stopped her cold. "I’ve had a drink."
Her hand froze mid-air. Her brain stalled, trying to decode his meaning. Was he telling her not to sit in the back? Or was he … asking her to drive?
He opened the passenger-side door, settled into his seat, and added with maddening calm, "I drank, so I can’t drive."
Autumn was speechless. Of course. He wanted her to drive. Why couldn’t he just say it outright? Why did everything with him have to be a riddle wrapped in arrogance? She closed the rear door, walked around to the driver’s side, and slid in behind the wheel.
As she fumbled with her seatbelt, Keith was doing the same on his side. Their hands brushed – a fleeting, accidental touch. Autumn jerked her hand back as if burned, her heart hammering. She waited until he was settled before trying again, but the buckle refused to click into place. Nervous fingers fumbled uselessly.
Without a word, Keith reached over and fastened it for her. The warmth of his fingers lingered dangerously close to her skin, and she instinctively pulled her hands away.
He looked at her, eyes dark and steady, almost mocking. "Did you drink fake wine or something?"
"No," she replied, forcing her voice steady as she started the engine. "I’m just not used to driving an unfamiliar car."
The car pulled away smoothly. She was driving him home – *him*, the man who had offered to take *her* home. What a generous man. What a ridiculous situation.
"Where to?" she asked, glancing at him. He had already closed his eyes, his head resting against the seat.
"Taking you home," he said lazily, without opening his eyes.
Autumn clenched the steering wheel. At this point, she wasn’t even sure who was giving whom a ride. He was the passenger, but he was in control. He always was.
When they arrived at her place, Autumn stepped out of the car and saw Jesse waiting there, as if he had been teleported. Of course. Keith had that kind of boss energy – the kind that moved people like chess pieces without a word.
Back inside her home, Autumn climbed the stairs, her mind still tangled. She opened her laptop and forced herself to focus on technical material, the familiar words blurring as she tried to calm her racing thoughts.
Then her phone buzzed. A call from Richard.
She swiped to answer, and his voice came through sharp and disapproving, like a whip cracking in the silence. "Autumn, did you go work part-time at the Lyric Lounge today?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Let me guess – Luna told you that?" Trust her sister to send the troops over immediately. How efficient. How predictable.
Richard sighed heavily, the sound laden with disappointment. "Autumn, Luna is your sister. Why are you always targeting her? Did you say something to Edwin Shaw? Is that why your sister didn’t get accepted as his student?"
Autumn’s blood ran cold. When she had been in the private room earlier, no one had even mentioned Luna. She hadn’t crossed their minds. But Luna must have seen her go inside and immediately assumed Autumn had sabotaged her chances. The audacity. The shameless audacity.
She let out a cold laugh. "Didn’t you say I was just there part-time? So tell me – how would someone like me possibly have the influence to convince Mr. Shaw not to take Luna? You’re giving me way too much credit. Luna got rejected. Ever consider that maybe she just wasn’t good enough?"
The words hung in the air like smoke. She paused, letting them sink in. "She failed because her skills weren’t up to par. And now she wants to blame someone else. Luna hasn’t changed. Still shameless as ever."
Her senior had told her Edwin’s only comment about Luna was that her technical foundation needed improvement. Autumn refused to believe Luna didn’t understand what that meant. But clearly, she had grown up blaming others for everything. It had become second nature.
Richard’s voice shot back instinctively, with the familiar sting of favoritism. "Autumn, your sister is outstanding. No way she wasn’t good enough. You’re just an undergraduate. What gives you the right to talk down to her?"
Autumn closed her eyes, the phone pressed against her ear. The words were a blade she had felt a thousand times before. *Just an undergraduate.* *Not good enough.* *Always the problem.*
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a bitter, beautiful chapter. The tension between Autumn and Keith is a slow burn that’s starting to smolder – every accidental touch, every unspoken command, every layered silence. And then Richard’s call, like a splash of cold water, reminding us why Autumn carries so much armor. This chapter is a masterclass in emotional contrast: the awkward intimacy of the car ride versus the sharp cruelty of her father’s words. I ached for her. I was frustrated by Keith. I wanted to scream at Richard. The storytelling draws you in and refuses to let go.
**Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars** ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
## Next Chapter Prediction
I have a feeling Keith isn’t as indifferent as he pretends to be. The way he stepped in to drive her, the way he fastened her seatbelt – these are small cracks in his ice armor. In the next chapter, I predict Richard and Luna will escalate their pressure, perhaps even confronting Keith directly. And Autumn will have to choose: remain the silent scapegoat, or finally use the cards she’s been hiding. The storm is coming, and Keith might be standing right in its path.
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