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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car, signaling his intent to depart from

Chasen’s voice pierced

in a

motion to ignite the race car engine

previously unfocused, sharpened, now fixated on

testament to her strength and grace. Her hair, a rich shade

of thoughts cascaded through Sean’s mind, each one echoing the same question:

the car key from the ignition, drawn into the orbit of the conversation unfolding before

with purpose, lifting her helmet to unveil the

hinted at a thousand untold stories, and her eyes twinkled

stunned. Indeed, it was

another day’s work,” Norah quipped lightly, her voice

supreme due to the modest abilities of the Otland racers. However, facing the formidable challenge of competing

first place in what was undoubtedly a

that their home record book would now boast another

it highlighted the achievements of the top three racers, poised to grace

to escort you to the

to worry, consider me your personal guide,” Chasen offered, tapping his chest confidently and signaling for Norah to

with a puzzled glance at the second-place racer,

to the podium as well?”