Chapter 174
Chapter 174:
Colin’s eyes were fixed on the racetrack, landing on Brinley as she leaned out of the white race car’s window, speaking intently with a technician. Under the bright lights, her profile was sharply outlined, her expression focused and precise.
After a moment, he looked away and gave a small shake of his head before replying to Milly, “No need. We’ll stay here and watch p>
Milly stiffened, unease rising in her chest.
She knew Colin all too well. Outwardly, he wore a gentle demeanor, but deep down he admired strength and daring. If he truly saw Brinley’s performance on the track…
Just then, a wave of cheers swept through the stands.
Brinley had already climbed back into her car, securing her helmet and snapping the visor down in one smooth, determined motion. Colin’s gaze stayed on the white vehicle, his curiosity clearly piqued.
The sight made Milly’s chest tighten with discomfort. Her smile froze, barely holding together.
𝗧𝘩𝗈u𝘀𝘢ո𝘥𝗌 𝘰𝗳 𝘳𝖾a𝗱e𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝘯
An announcement boomed over the speakers. “Attention, racers. The final is about to begin. Please proceed to the starting grid p>
Side by side, the black and white cars rolled into place. Through the window, Austin’s reflective visor caught the light, hiding his expression.
Brinley stared straight ahead, her fingertips tapping lightly against the steering wheel, as if measuring timing and angles in her mind.
In the stands, the betting frenzy doubled again. Some fans believed Nightblade would win, while others had switched sides, chanting Brinley’s name instead.
And then the final began.
A dozen cars shot off the line like arrows released from taut strings. At the very first corner, two cars collided in a fight for the inner lane. Sparks flew, drawing gasps from the crowd.
Brinley yanked the wheel, slipping past the wreck with inches to spare.
But Ballard seized the chaos to his advantage, swerving aggressively into her path.
Her white car lurched violently, swaying so close to the safety wall it nearly clipped it.
Colin shot up from his seat, gripping the railing so hard his knuckles went white. His chest tightened at the sight of Brinley fighting through the chaos.
He had never seen her like this—not the quiet, submissive woman who had once stood at his side, but someone fierce, wild, and untamed.
“Why is she forcing herself like this…” he muttered hoarsely, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Milly heard him. Her nails dug into her palm, though her face wore feigned concern. “Racing is too dangerous, Colin. Look at this madness. Maybe we should leave before something happens p>
But Colin ignored her completely, his eyes locked on the track.
Memories surged up, unbidden.
He remembered Brinley once smiling and telling him, “Let’s have a baby.” And yet at that very moment, he had been wrapped up in Milly’s softness, turning cold and dismissive toward Brinley. The sting of that realization cut into him now.