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

voice pierced the

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Chasen’s exclamation, Sean’s motion to ignite the race

gaze, previously unfocused, sharpened, now fixated on her. With newfound

in a form-fitting black leather suit that accentuated her svelte figure, a testament to her strength and grace. Her hair,

each one echoing the same question:

from the ignition, drawn into

moved with purpose, lifting her helmet to unveil the striking visage

gentle curve that hinted at a thousand untold stories,

stunned. Indeed, it was

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

his previous triumphs at the Silverstone Circuit, where he had reigned supreme due to the modest abilities of the Otland racers. However, facing the formidable challenge of competing against a host of exceptional talents from both Otland and Esterford, he

nothing short of spectacular, clinching first

dispute. Chasen mused to himself that their home record

highlighted the achievements of the top three racers, poised to

escort

probably unfamiliar with its location, aren’t you? No need to worry, consider me your personal guide,” Chasen offered, tapping his chest confidently and

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

to the podium as well?” Norah