The Love of the Racer
Madden

The regret that crawls in the recesses of the soul is like a heavy burden. Bryan bowed as dark memories returned.

His pair of hands extended out until they touched Monica's two small arms. The view that was originally low was invited to rise until it boils down to the clear pearl of the woman. Once again Bryan tried to express his heart.

"I'm really sorry. At first I didn't mean to hurt you. At that time my soul was shaken and very unstable."

The disappointment that was still in the heart made Monica smile wryly. "At first I wasn't your destination, but Jesslyn was the one you wanted to target." He brushed both of Bryan's hands off his arms. "If I had been a little late, Jesslyn would have been a victim of your temperament!" Stir again while holding the throbbing.

In the past he did not think, the intention of the heart to protect Jesslyn actually ended in disaster for himself. And what he experienced was still kept from his friend until now.

A sense of heat began to spread in both of his neutrals. Monica seemed to want to cry in this moment as well. However, he still persisted because he did not want to attract pity.

However, as hard as Monica tried to toughen up, but the fragile side can still be caught by Bryan's eyes clearly. Encouraged by conscience, the man grabbed the small body of the cute woman. "I'm really sorry."

"Stay away!" Monica immediately pushed Bryan's large body and returned with a sharp gaze full of wounds and disappointment. "If you want me to forgive you, stay away from Jesslyn."

"I can't. After all my past mistakes, my love for her is real."

"Do you think I'd be willing to let him be with a tall temperamental guy like you?!" Fierce Monica.

"Trust me, all this time I've been trying hard to overcome my bad nature." Bryan tried to convince.

"Sorry, it's hard for me to believe." Monica intends to waltz away but the man scolds her.

"Alright if you still want to hang on to that hatred of me. But don't use your past as a weapon to stop me from fighting for my feelings. I don't need your blessing to get close to Jesslyn either. Just so you know I love your best friend no matter what the condition, including her being pregnant." Bryan no longer wanted to be patient.

Although Bryan's tone was low, but successfully revealed the wound in Monica's heart. How easy it was that Bryan spoke the word without thinking about the woman's feelings.

After what Bryan did to Monica in the past, the man blatantly wants to get back to Jesslyn without any hesitation or guilt.

The turbulence of the clashing feelings in the heart led the hand to squeeze the cloth on the chest. The feeling of tightness makes it difficult for him to breathe freely.

Once again, Bryan noticed Monica's eye glare implying a wound. The man fell asleep because he could not. He immediately realized that his words had just hurt the woman again.

The mind continues to grieve as the hand pulls Monica to drown in her arms. "I'm sorry I hurt you again" Bryan lamented.

"Let go!" Monica tried to break free from Bryan's grip, but her strength was too weak. "I beg to let go. You make me hate you even more, "he asked with emphasis.

A rough push was immediately received by Bryan when the winding of his hand began to stretch. His body even went backwards. Coinciding with that his eyes caught Monica's back shrinking and disappearing.

"Aarg! Damnit damnit! I should how?" Bryan groaned in frustration as he gruffly restored his hair.

The dilemma? Sure oes. She wants to fight for her love, but on the other hand, she screams because she can't hurt Monica.

"You shouldn't love a depraved man like me, Monica."

"It looks like your health has recovered very quickly," commented Brent, still observing Jeaven. "What's delicious?" Now he chose to ask about the potato pancakes and cordon bleu that Jeaven was eating voraciously.

"Hm" Jeaven replied with a hum because his mouth was still full of food.

"What about you?" Brent who is still plagued with anxiety returned with a question. Remembering a few hours ago Jeaven was discharged from the hospital when his condition was still weak.

"Good." This time Jeaven answered with words, but his attention was still focused on the food on his plate which was almost toilet. No one knew before, that only this time he had a normal appetite. Unlike the last few months where he had difficulty swallowing food because of nausea.

"Thank God. Looking at how you eat I don't have to worry anymore that you're going to be short of food." Brent pinched the handle of the coffee cup that had not been touched because he was busy watching the Jeaven.

"I'm so scared that you're getting hit by a hungry bush. What would the world say if we heard the news that famous racer Ice Gun J. J. had a hungry busung?" Brent origin babble successfully attracted the attention of Jeaven.

"Why?" Brent asked a little clumsy due to Jeaven's illegible gaze.

"Why are you still here?" Jeaven glanced at the expensive watch circling her wrist.

Brent sighed in annoyance. "Did you just kick me out?"

"I want to rest" gently pushed out Jeaven but still seemed annoying to Brent.

"I'll sleep here with you. You need to be monitored closely so you don't run away again." Brent walked to the king-size bed and threw his body there. "You should be grateful to be treated like a golden child rather than the rest of the team." He continued to put his position behind the blanket.

"It's up to you" Jeaven said before going to the bathroom. There was not even a rebuttal slipping from his lips.

"This time I feel like a very obedient puppy" muttered Brent.

In the bathroom, Jeaven looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. Dots of water appear to wet the face that increasingly adds to the value of good looks. The straight view is accompanied by Jesslyn's shadow which continues to ring.

"I really want to meet," he said with a feeling of longing back to knock the heart.

From the mirror image, his gaze shifted to the lips. And at that moment he also remembered the lips ranum Jesslyn who had kissed earlier. Then his gaze now shifted towards his pair of hands. And his memory reaped the feeling of touching and hugging the woman.

Beautiful vibrations back knock chest cavity. Jesslyn's charms again ruled her heart. He seemed to have been unable to resist the urge for feeling any longer.

"I'm going crazy." The cold man immediately walked out of the room.

"Hey! Where are you going again?!" Brent asked as he saw Jeaven walking briskly towards the exit of the room, but no word was heard.

The team manager even jumped out of bed to prevent Jeaven but unfortunately lost quickly. "The boy is really, "grunts in frustration.

"Yeah! You said you were gonna rest. Did you forget?!" Brent again gushed in annoyance even though Jeaven was unlikely to hear him.

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