The Love of the Racer
Misunderstand

The MotoGP season continues to be held according to the schedule that has been set. After Switzerland, France, Germany, and Italy now take turns the next Autria to host the event.

The roar of the motor engine was heard echoing on the ceiling of the race circuit. Fierce battles continue to take place to boost the championship. The participants of the tournament showed each other strength over the terrain, darting at high speed like a rifle bullet.

Cheers and thunderous applause from the audience welcomed the enthusiastic finish line holder on the last lap. This time the Ice Gun racer J.J again won the first podium which of course grew his name in the career circle.

As was already his trademark, Jeaven never showed an overflow of expression despite winning. The carrying is still cool and a little silent with a super thin smile but still handsome.

After the award medal handover session and the Jeaven press conference immediately walked to the team basecamp without waiting for anything else. The shadow of the heart continues to ring in the head. Instincts have been urged by the titian of longing for the charm of a beloved woman.

He grabbed his phone to listen to his wife's soft voice. For the time being only in that way could his longing be treated. Although satisfaction is not fully fulfilled.

However, his wish had to be paused because someone greeted. He immediately turned to look at the beautiful face that was smiling at him.

"Jeav, congratulations. You're amazing. Here's toyou. You must be thirsty." Callena came to congratulate him and offered him a bottle of drink. He also immediately landed his butt next to Jeaven without any hesitation.

"Thank you." Jeaven immediately stood up and moved to another corner to invite a frowning expression in Callena's face. He even refused a drink that had been stained in front of the face. The cold attitude of the man these few days is enough to make the woman have to repeatedly stroke the chest.

Why is this guy so hard to approach? I feel like I'm dealing with a human ice block. Callena grumbled in her heart.

In this year's MotoGP season Callena was taken specifically from the company that sponsored Jeaven to become a personal umbrella girl. His job is not only to accompany and protect the racer when the competition will begin, but he is also a means of advertising the company's product brand.

But unfortunately, Callena can not undergo the task properly. His services are no longer useful. Jeaven who was once famous was never willing to wear umbrella girl would immediately refuse without many words.

"Hey, why do you always refuse my drink? I'm offended by your attitude." Callena began to dare to protest after a few days of choosing to keep her feelings of displeasure in the heart.

"I already have my own," he answered and then returned to comb a little far away while sticking the phone in the ear, waiting for the call request to be connected. He really intended to ignore Callena's whereabouts.

While Callena again had to gulp in disappointment. Finally he chose to sit leaning in the corner while closing his eyes. Actually, he was holding a sense of discomfort in his stomach. Even the deathly hue began to appear to frame his face.

"Hello." Jeaven immediately replied that Jesslyn's voice was heard from behind the phone.

"What are you calling?" Jesslyn's tone was still impressed ketus make Jeaven had to reap back a lot of patience. Since the departure of the attitude of the wife is increasingly sensitive like there is something deliberately hidden.

"Why are you still asking?"

"And why are you asking back?" Jesslyn is so dirty.

"I'm pregnant. And you're there even with a beautiful, sexy woman and my body is no longer as beautiful as it used to be." Finally Jesslyn expressed a feeling that these few days stuck in her heart.

A little downcast Jeaven apparently quietly stumped a smile because he realized that Jesslyn was being overwhelmed with jealousy. I swear by whatever he likes his wife's spoiled attitude. "Listen to me first."

"Don't try to give up. I've always seen the live broadcast of your matches and that woman is always around you" Jesslyn quickly cuts.

"You don't trust me?"

"of course. You're always surrounded by beautiful women. How can I trust you?" Jesslyn grumbled in annoyance.

"For me none of them are beautiful."

"lik! I don't believe."

"Trust. Because you're the only one-"

"Nope ...! Jeav. Ahk!" The sentence of the Jeaven was simply truncated because Callena suddenly complained of pain. The woman appeared to grimace as she squeezed her stomach until she almost fainted.

Jeaven was startled and approached, but still left a distance of a blocker. Hands do not directly touch Callena despite the sympathy degub already desire. The weak body in front of him had to be lifted immediately, but the heart felt heavy.

While on the other hand, what happens in front of the eyes was caught differently by Jesslyn's sense of hearing. Callena's moaning voice actually sounds like the seduction of women who want to play.

At that time also the throbbing of the chest pounding. Irritable heart rate scraping wound. A misunderstanding has taken over his mind space. Jesslyn immediately decided on the call unilaterally without asking her husband first.

Damnit damnit!

Let Jeaven in your heart, blame the circumstances that always ruin the situation. After this, it is certain that he must work harder to correct the misunderstandings that occur.

Connect~~

Thank you for still faithfully guarding the story of Jeaven and Jesslyn who are nearing the end of this🥰

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