The Love of the Racer
I Have a Heart, too

A rumble in the stomach indicates it is time for lunch. At a restaurant, four human children were enjoying a meal of his order. They are Jeaven, Jesslyn, Monica, and Verlin.

In between eating her food, Jesslyn was forced to press a throbbing in the chest, a body reaction that twisted dislike. The sight in front of the eyes really prints a gray hue on the face.

Of jealousy? Yes, that was the kind of emotion that was gnawing at his heart. The interaction between Jeaven and Verlin was sweet from his point of view. But for the man, it is a normal thing, has no meaning or special impression.

"Jeaven, this is for you." Verlin moved his broccoli and potatoes onto the plate of the cold man. "In exchange, give me your chickpeas. I know you hate him so much."

Women who work as personal managers are already very familiar with what foods are liked or not liked by Jeaven. He even made a little notebook for it.

Without thinking long or saying a word, Jeaven nodded faintly with her flat look. He was sorted by his chickpeas and transferred to Verlin's plate and was immediately greeted by the woman.

"Thank you," said Verlin, then gobbled up his favorite chickpeas.

The increasingly powerful dislike prompted Jesslyn's tongue to throw a sentence of expression of feelings that tickled the heart. He would not be able to stand it if he just kept silent. That's for sure.

"You already know how I feel about Jeaven, Verlin. Your attention just now was like prying my eyes and also piercing my heart," Jesslyn blatantly quipped.

Not intending to wait later, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, the woman actually expressed what feelings were struggling in the chest cavity at that moment. For him, the root of the discomfort will be liver disease if it is not removed immediately.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" Verlin said with a bad feeling. His bright sharpness instantly faded and left.

"Already, Jesslyn. Eat it quietly," Jeaven said. Although the tone of his voice sounded low, but the cold impression was very pronounced.

"Jeav .. I just-" Jesslyn's sentence was interrupted when Jeaven interrupted her.

"There's nothing wrong with Verlin's attitude."

And once again, Jeaven's defense of Verlin created a throbbing pain that presses Jesslyn's chest even more. Huh! It felt like he was yelling and cursing, but that couldn't have happened. Even though he was upset at the stroke of death, his tongue was too heavy to speak harshly to the idol.

On the other hand, Verlin began to cling to guilt in the chest chamber. Especially seeing Jesslyn's netra start to glaze over. Even his little heart felt unbearable.

While Monica?

Enjoying lunch is a priority right now. Not because I don't care or act deaf. It's just that he prefers to let his best friend solve problems independently. Even when the mouth chews, the ears are still invited to hear carefully.

"But in my eyes it's still wrong." Jesslyn was still resolute in her perspective.

The beautiful woman in hazel pearls heaved a heavy sigh without taking a look at the Jeaven who already seemed to be without interruption eating. The man was even too lazy to continue chewing the food that was still lodged in his mouth.

"Everything that hurt me was wrong. There is no good reason to justify it, right? And besides, let's see this portion of your meal." Jesslyn brought her fork to tear apart the food on Jeaven's plate.

Jesslyn stabbed the boiled potatoes of Jeaven that Verlin had given her with a fork and then returned to chattering. "Your potatoes are equivalent to 200 grams or 800 calories. And still the addition of Verlin to a total of 1600 calories. Not to mention meat, and other vegetables. All the total calories in this portion of your food I estimate to reach 5000 more calories. Are you going to waste your muscle training all this time?" Jesslyn threw a question sentence at the end of her long exposure that was like an underground railway carriage.

Verlin was immediately flabbergasted, while monica was stunned to the point of stopping chewing and spewing back food from inside her mouth.

"Well! that's your explanation. You're supposed to be a nutrition expert, Jess. Unfortunately I still don't understand what you're saying." Monica again chewed her meat sticks. This time with a stupid attitude.

Jeaven still did not say, in his heart he could justify all the exposure of Jesslyn though not completely. He is a world racer, so he must always be careful in anything related to health. And his actions just now didn't mean he hadn't considered before.

"I went to the toilet for a while" said Jeaven at last. Not to run away and not want to admit Jesslyn's thoroughness, it's just that, the mood is suddenly bad now. The man wiped his mouth with a napkin before heading to the toilet.

"Sorry, Jesslyn. I didn't mean to hurt you. Me and Jeaven have been friends for a long time, and we have also been used to exchanging food like that," Verlin said regretfully, hoping to improve Jesslyn's mood.

"Have ... don't create an ugly mood while eating." Monica interceded, trying to dilute the current awkward atmosphere. "Here you eat, the meat steak is so good." He alternately stuffed the meat into the mouths of Jesslyn and Verlin.

"Nake?" Monica demanded an answer and immediately got a comment in the form of a compact nod of the two women before her, Jesslyn and Verlin.

"Honestly, I'm not comfortable seeing your closeness to Jeaven" Jesslyn told Verlin in between chewing the meat in her mouth.

While on the toilet, Jeaven stood in front of the sink mirror, washing her hands and face. For a moment he looked at the reflection of the shadow of himself before him and the deachry******heavy.

"You always act, Jesslyn. After this what else will happen," his grunts in a soft sigh, along with a flash of memory of all Jesslyn's behavior that always frustrates him.

"How do I get him to stop chasing me?" The cold-haired handsome man again sighed before finally choosing to rejoin the people.

From the direction of the toilet to the dining table, Jeaven was immediately treated to a scene that made him frown. He stepped up quickly with a prejudice in his heart.

Approaching Verlin who seemed to be standing up and busy cleaning his wet clothes. Jesslyn was sitting in a sitting position holding an empty glass in her hand.

"What did you just do, Jesslyn?" Jeaven asked in a cold and displeased tone in the face.

"I-" Jesslyn didn't even get to finish her sentence series because Jeaven cut in quickly.

"Do you have no self-respect? Whatever you do for your pleasure. It's not appropriate for you to be rude to Verlin" Jeaven recalled without listening to Jesslyn's explanation first.

It's poignant! The sharp words that came from Jeaven's lips successfully slashed a lump of meat in the chest cavity. Plus the man's defensive stance that was clearly aimed at Verlin, pushed the crystal clear from her beautiful netra.

"It's not that I have no pride, Jeaven. But because you mean so much to me. But even so, I still have heart and feelings." After finishing with a line full of sincerity, Jesslyn wiped her wet frame of eyes and immediately sauntered away.

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