Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 168:

Sean was uncertain between this woman and Norah, wondering who possessed greater prowess in racing.

As Sean pondered, his gaze inadvertently caught the national emblem emblazoned on the woman’s attire. Cesland? This woman wasn’t from Otland?

“Are you from Cesland?” Sean couldn’t resist asking.

Sean’s voice, though somewhat muffled by the heavy helmet, carried an echo of familiarity that Norah picked up on.

With a nod, Norah confirmed, “Yes.”

Speaking with the accent of Cesland, Sean evoked a sense of warmth and familiarity in Norah.

Finding such a skilled racer in a foreign land seemed to be an act of fate.

Sean, resolved to keep his identity concealed beneath the helmet in the live broadcast arena, had no plans of revealing himself. Having expressed his admiration for the first-place racer’s talent, he intended to leave.

In Sean’s heart, Norah was the paramount concern. Even the chance of meeting with a skilled compatriot warranted no more than a brief acknowledgment.

“I’m off then,” Sean declared, subtly distancing himself from Norah. The mutual failure to recognize each other due to the helmets hung palpably in the air.

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his way to the race car, signaling

Chasen’s voice pierced

a league of

of Chasen’s exclamation, Sean’s motion to ignite

previously unfocused, sharpened, now fixated

her svelte figure, a testament to her strength and grace. Her hair, a rich shade of chestnut, flowed elegantly behind her,

Sean’s mind, each one echoing the same question: Could this

hesitated, pulling the car key from the ignition, drawn into the orbit of the conversation

with purpose, lifting her helmet to unveil

was arresting, her smile a gentle curve that hinted at a

stunned. Indeed,

day’s work,” Norah quipped lightly, her voice a melody that seemed to dance

Silverstone Circuit, where he had reigned supreme due to the modest abilities of the Otland racers. However, facing the formidable challenge of competing

first place in

that their home record book would now boast

expressing appreciation toward the event organizers, it highlighted the achievements

to escort you

consider me your personal

a puzzled glance at the second-place racer, still in his helmet, making his way

to the