The Love of the Racer
Really Go

Almost all visitors' eyes highlighted the gallant body clad in racer armor that walked into the airport lobby. However, which became the center of the spotlight as if indifferent and busy carrying his eye lens ventured to the corner of the area.

He is Jeaven Allison, the leading MotoGP rider. Behind the glass of the fullface helmet that still covered the handsome sculpture on his face, the look of unrest spread beyond measure.

His legs swung into the check-in area. His pair of sharp neutrals sowed hope in every search for Jesslyn. However, what is expected is not a relief of the mind.

His pursuit is no longer based on Jennis' happiness anymore. But to save his own heart. She never thought Jesslyn would actually leave. And it shook the roots of persistence that he had planted early on.

Persistence to refute the sense that is not allowed to exist. To take care of the heart of a beloved sister. The inbred brother who must be made happy before closing his eyes. Even though his heart was wounded.

What if it turns out she's pregnant and I'm not by her side?

Jeaven is worried now. It turned out that the impact of the taste that hit him at this time exceeded expectations. It was thought he would be able to get through, but it turned out that he lost against the will of the heart.

While in another corner of the area, Jesslyn was preparing to enter the boarding lounge after two hours of waiting because her flight schedule had experienced a delay.

Bruk!

His hasty path made him pay less attention around until he accidentally hit a big man. His body was limp and almost the same fate as his luggage that fell on the floor if the man did not immediately catch it.

"Jesslyn?"

"Bryan?"

"Are you hurt?" Bryan immediately withdrew from his sense of acceptance.

"Ah, no. I'm fine." Jesslyn again moved her body to be freed from Bryan's embrace, but the man was too tightly wrapped around her hand. "Could we have just sorted out our position like this? I'm not comfortable" he asked politely.

"Sorry." Bryan immediately took off the twists of his hand from Jesslyn's waist.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing for hitting you." The woman also did not want to be left behind in showing the ethics of modesty.

"I was also less careful" Bryan said.

"So we're even." Jesslyn showed her sweetest smile, making Bryan reluctant to immediately take a link of sight away from her.

"Hey, stop looking at me like that. Are you falling back in love with me like you were in college?" Jesslyn's chirps are aware of Bryan's agitation. The woman did not hesitate to accuse the man in front of her without further ado.

Embarrassed by being caught right in front of his eyes, Bryan reflex rubbed the nape of his neck. The corner of his lips scored a perfectly fluffy smile. The man did not intend to argue that at this time was feeling the vibration of love.

"I'm not falling back in love, but I was still in love even though you rejected me" Bryan said confidently. It was like he had been caught off guard, so there was no way he would embarrass himself by lying.

"This is our first meeting after years of not seeing each other face to face, and you're too bold to express love." Jesslyn dropped her springy fingers over her lips, hiding a sweet smile.

"That's because you're too blunt to corner me." Bryan defended himself in the middle of his little laugh. "Can't you pretend you don't know before I say it myself? You make me look bad as a man" she protested.

"Sorry, I intentionally."

"You're still like you used to be. Nonsense." Bryan was feeling anxious. He did not even feel disappointed in the woman who had once rejected his love.

"Jesslyn!"

Jesslyn was stunned, although the gallant body that walked up to her was still tightly wrapped by the racer's harness, but she knew that that person was Jeaven.

Bryan glanced at his large arm that was decorated with the woman's hand. His frowning reflexes were adrift by a sense of question. A second later he began to assume that the figure of his first love was not okay. Then an initiative was driven by his maleness instinct. He clasped Jesslyn's hand intending to channel a sense of calm in his heart.

Jeaven took off her helmet in one pull, showing off her handsome face. Instantly his existence became a highlight. While Bryan looked petrified in shock. He knew very well who Jeaven was that to him was impossible to forget.

"Where are you going?" A question was immediately answered as Jeaven was already standing in front of Jesslyn. At first glance, his sharp eyes glanced at the hand of the woman who was mugging Bryan.

"It's none of your business." Jesslyn still shows her dislike for Jeaven.

Jeaven extended her hand still wrapped in the racing glove towards Jessllyn. "We need to talk."

Instead of welcoming Jeaven's hand, Jesslyn pressed her hand against Bryan's arm. "I'm sorry, I can't" she said.

"Jess, obey. We need to speak," insisted Jeaven asking with earnestness.

Jesslyn was almost gobsmacked. Jeaven's cold expression was currently not caught by the eye. Even the man showed more of a calm side that had never been found before. But even so, the woman would not waver just like that. His heart is perfect. He really wanted to give up his love.

"Sorry, Mr. Allison. I can't fulfill your request." Jesslyn looked at the timepiece circling her wrist. "My flight schedule is coming soon" he said again.

"Where are you going?" Jeaven tried to pry information even though he was currently very uncomfortable with the way Jesslyn spoke that seemed formal.

"That's my privacy." Again, Jesslyn's answer did not satisfy Jeaven.

"Jess-"

"Excuse me, you're Ice Gun racer J.J, right? Whoa ...! Can we take a picture together?"

But unfortunately, Jeaven's efforts to convince Jesslyn to be willing to come with him must stop because a group of people suddenly come swarming. As a public figure, of course, things like this are used to happening if he blatantly indulges in his existence.

"Master, can I have your autograph?"

Jeaven was forced to serve his fans who were impossible to make a broken heart. And in the end he had to reap disappointed because it turns out the figure of Jesslyn was not in place.

Legs were invited to walk out the crowd with a feeling of despair. He had tried to pass through the gate but was blocked by officers who were on guard. He wanted to forcefully break through, but that was impossible for him.

"Why can that guy be with Jesslyn?" Jeaven suddenly remembered Bryan's figure. He was increasingly frustrated when there was no answer that could be achieved.

Jesslyn, you always managed to drive me crazy!

Connect~~

Nofi wants a story.

You can imagine, when again engrossed in typing the chapter turned out to be a covid patient next to me experiencing death? I saw it with my own eyes because our room was not confined to a bulkhead. Even our bed was only 2 meters away.

And it didn't make me stop picking chapters. It's not that I don't have a side of sympathy or try to respect. I was just trying to distract myself from thinking positively. Some taiwanese people here will also not like if their privacy is in the spotlight of others.

This is my unforgettable writing experience.