Take My Breath Away

As Sheffield left, Evelyn observed his car.

Just then, her phone rang. It was from her sister. "Terilynn," she answered.

"Evelyn, where are you?"

"Outside."

"You can come back now. Dad is not angry anymore. Mom scolded him, and he sort of regrets arguing with you." Terilynn had just come back from comforting Carlos. Now, she was back in her bedroom, consoling Evelyn.

"I'll wait a little longer."

"Okay. Did you really go to him? It sounds pretty lively there. Where are you?" Terilynn could hear people shouting and cheering.

Sheffield walked towards Evelyn, wearing his racing suit, and he had a helmet in his hand. "Don't worry about me. Go to bed. I'll talk to you later."

"Oh, okay. Take care of yourself."

"Hmm."

Sheffield put the helmet on for her. "Get a feel of it first. If you want to drive by yourself later, I'll bring you a change of clothes."

"Okay."

They got into a racing car; several racers were already driving in the tracks.

"Hang on. I'm starting." In seconds, the car shot off like an arrow.

It was Evelyn's first time in a racing car. She clutched the rail and gnashed her teeth as she fixed her eyes on the track.

Sheffield skillfully controlled the steering wheel. Considering that it was her first time at an auto racing, he slowed down deliberately to let her adapt to the speed.

When he came to a U turn, the rear of the car slid, and Sheffield made a perfect drift.

After a few laps, Evelyn's head was messed up. Before she could see anything clearly, they were at the finishing line.

The cheering and shouting outside the car were deafening. She gradually came to her senses.

Sheffield took off his helmet and asked, "How are you feeling? Do you want to drive the car yourself?"

Evelyn shook her head. "No, thank you." She was scared. And it was dark outside; she could hardly see anything.

Sheffiel

ving Sheffield behind.

He ran after the car at once. "Evelyn, that's dangerous! Evelyn!"

But she couldn't hear him. The car had already gone too far away.

Sheffield was ditched mercilessly.

He was worried about Evelyn. She had never driven a racing car before. He anxiously ran to the monitor and watched.

Luckily, Evelyn wasn't driving too fast; she drove smoothly. At least, everything seemed fine on the race track.

He waited for her to pull over after the first lap. However, Evelyn accelerated to 150 miles per hour.

Even though Sheffield sometimes drove over 300 miles per hour, and she was only driving at half his speed, she was still in danger because she was a green hand.

He rushed to the finish line and waited for her to stop.

After two laps, she still didn't feel like slowing down. During the third lap, Sheffield waved to her and ran to the command platform. He continued to wave to make her stop.

Evelyn cast a glance at him, but the car sped past him again.

After the fourth lap, the car finally began to slow down. Sheffield ran towards the car, relieved.

When the car stopped completely, he opened the door and pulled the woman out of the car. "Thank God, you are safe! Evelyn, don't scare me like that!"