Chapter 134
Chapter 134:
In the rearview mirror, Brinley caught sight of Austin standing with his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his racing suit, his gaze fixed on her car.
Sunlight wrapped him in a golden glow, yet a shiver still slid down Brinley’s spine.
The uncanny precision in his words unsettled her. His deep understanding of cornering techniques, his spot-on evaluation of modifications—suspicion began to flicker in her chest.
The red race car tore down the track, but Brinley’s focus wavered.
In her mind, Austin’s image blurred and overlapped with her memory of the enigmatic racer known as Nightblade.
I𝗇𝗍𝖾nsе 𝗋оmаn𝘤𝘦 𝗼ո
Nightblade had been just as mysterious as she was—never appearing off the track, existing only as a shadow within the racing world.
Could it be that…
Brinley quickly shoved the thought away. No. It was absurd. Austin was the head of the Moore Group, a man consumed by business. How could he possibly be involved in professional racing?
Forcing her thoughts back into order, she steadied her breathing and deliberately chose the safest line through the final corner, braking cleanly like a novice determined not to take risks.
When she rolled back into the pit, Austin was still there.
A pit crew member was changing the tires on his sleek black race car while Austin sat perched on a toolbox, scrolling through track data. Looking up as she approached, he asked calmly, “Done practicing p>
“Pretty much. Time to call it a day,” Brinley answered quickly.
Austin rose and walked over. “Next time, if there’s a chance, we should do a couple of laps together p>
His eyes flicked briefly to her rose-patterned helmet. “I’m very interested in you p>
Brinley’s heart nearly stopped. She muttered a curt reply, snatched up her backpack, and left.
At the doorway, she risked one last glance back. Austin was still watching her, his eyes as deep as an abyss.
Sliding into her car, Brinley tugged off the voice changer and let out a hard breath. Cold sweat clung to her racing suit, chilling her skin and making her shiver.
She started the engine. Behind her, Austin’s black race car fired up with a roar and shot down the track, its thunderous growl echoing into the distance. Brinley drummed her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, her thoughts tangled.
Could Austin truly be Nightblade?
Was their meeting at the track today a coincidence, or had he come looking for her?
The questions crowded her mind, leaving her unsettled about the upcoming exhibition race.
When Brinley arrived home that evening, she found a small bouquet of fresh sunflowers placed neatly at the center of the long dining table, their cheerful brightness filling the room with warmth. The aroma of rich, savory dishes drifted through the air, stirring her appetite.