The Cherished Wife

Chapter 143

Back then, Noelle was naive and agreed to trade dolls with Winter. However, Winter quickly destroyed her own doll.

Noelle's eyes darkened when she recalled this memory. She pressed the accelerator to the floor. "I don't want to lose. Not this time!"

Charles smirked. "But they're professional racers, driving professional race cars."

"But I want to try!"

She did not want to be deprived of her rights without even trying. She needed to make an effort, and if she still could not get it after trying, then she would let go. It would simply mean it was not meant for her.

Noelle's words were not only meant for Charles but also for herself. Seeing the determination in Noelle's eyes, Charles knew she had made up her mind. "Alright, go for it."

From start to finish, Charles did not say much. He was just there beside her, encouraging her and cheering her on. He put his trust in her, placing his life in her hands.

Noelle bit her lip, feeling a different kind of emotion toward Charles. She gripped the steering wheel tighter and accelerated again. She noticed several race cars ahead, seemingly waiting for her. She felt a bit surprised.

As Noelle's car finally caught up with them, one car rolled down its window. Upon seeing a woman at the wheel, the driver looked surprised. "Hey, lady, driving a Bentley in a race at this hour? Nice style!"

Noelle pressed her lips together and accelerated. The man also sped up. "Hey, we're racing here. Want to join? There are prizes!" The man with a streak of fiery red hair seemed wild and unrestrained.

Seeing a man in the passenger seat, he asked, "Hey, man. You in?"

Charles looked at Noelle, whose eyes sparkled with excitement. He smiled. "Sure. Where to?"

"From the intersection ahead, there's a road up the mountain that's closed off. It's perfect for racing!" Charles and Noelle exchanged glances. Noelle pressed her lips together. "Isn't that the way back home?"

Charles was pleased that Noelle still thought about going home at this moment and nodded. "Perfect. We

can

ace all the way back." He told the man, "See you at the

intersection!"

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The man's car quickly sped past Noelle's, racing ahead. Noelle pressed the accelerator harder to catch up.

Even though it was a Bentley, it

could not quite match actual race cars. When Noelle arrived, a row of cars had neatly surrounded the intersection, creating a spectacular sight.

Noelle unbuckled her seatbelt while swallowing hard. "Charles, I don't want to embarrass you or your car."

"Hmm?" Charles raised an amused eyebrow. "How would you embarrass me?"

Noelle pointed at his car. "It looks low-key, but it's not. Your license plate alone is hard to ignore. If I lose and they trace the license plate, your reputation will be ruined," she said quickly.

Charles laughed. "So?"

"So, to avoid embarrassing you, I think you should drive this race!"