The Cherished Wife

Noelle felt Charles' gaze burning into her, and his eyes seemed to see right through everything. She looked at him shyly. "You don't want your reputation ruined by me, do you?"

Charles shook his head helplessly. This woman was clearly worried about losing, so she came up with this excuse. Just moments ago, she had been excited to race, and now, she was backing out.

"Hmm?"

Noelle blushed. "Alright, I admit it. I'm afraid I'll lose. Happy now?" She then urged him, "Hurry up!"

Charles nodded and walked over to the group. "What are the rules?"

One of the men in the group eyed Charles as if wanting to say something, but another interrupted him, "Our usual rules. We race to the mountaintop. Whoever gets there first wins. But hey, with your car... Do you want us to give you a head start?"

The man with the red hair and a wild attitude added boldly, "Or... if you beat any one of us, you win."

"Alright. It's a deal." Noelle quickly interjected. "You said it first. If we beat any one of your cars, we win!"

Charles squinted at Noelle, who stuck out her tongue and stepped back. He smiled, amused that she thought he would lose.

He looked at the group and then at their well-equipped cars. It seemed they were up against real racers. "Alright, let's start," he agreed.

"Great!" the red-haired man agreed cheerfully. He believed that even with the Bentley's performance, it was no match for their race cars. If Charles could beat any of them, it would show he had great skills.

Charles got into the car, checked his seatbelt, and looked at Noelle. "Can you handle the speed?"

Noelle thought about how fast she had driven earlier and nodded. "Yes, I can."

"Sit tight."

The group watched as Charles and

Noelle got into the car. The man who had been interrupted earlier said Dude, that license plate Isn't

that..."

"Who cares! Get in the car!" The red-haired man was impatient. "Stay sharp and don't let him overtake us. That would be a huge embarrassment."

He got into his car with a flourish. He then snapped his fingers, and the convoy shot off like arrows from a bow.

Charles floored the accelerator, quickly matching their speed. The sudden surge of speed caught Noelle off guard, and she lurched forward. She looked at Charles with lingering fear.

She had thought she was driving

fast earlier, but Charles here had et

immediately floored the accelerator, rapidly increasing their speed He was far beyond her level.

Noelle was stunned as Charles sped up, overtaking two cars at the first bend. She grabbed the handle, her eyes widening. "You..."

Despite not knowing much about

car

cars, Noelle knew that Charles' was just a luxury sedan, not a raceNôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

car. But at that moment, it felt like he was driving a race car.