The Love of the Racer
A Secret Room

The day sank into a gloomy night. The sky was not a star, the moon was gloomy. As Jesslyn's heart darkened, the shackles disappointedly silenced the joyous rhyme to the sinking.

After driving Jesslyn home to the apartment, Jeaven just left, leaving the beloved woman without a word. The man who is also being supported by disappointed desires is indeed reluctant to show his injuries in front of his beloved wife.

Hearts reluctant to echo lies, compared to other men certainly Jeaven does not accept. Even if the other man was his late sister.

Which person is not hurt when they become a victim of comparison. Especially for the adam who has been stamped 'creature with the highest self-esteem in the world'. Their pride can be instantly lost. What compares is the woman who is loved.

Just not delicious. Compared to more unpleasant. Can make tight.

Still resting in the living room, Jesslyn's tongue continued to grumble. Her beautiful face was still faithfully bathed in tears while she was stunned. The heart's recesses roared.

"The worst husband in the world is the worst. I hate him so much. Now she's definitely going back to having fun with that woman." Jesslyn was crying, reflecting on her fate, which was not as lucky as the women out there.

"He's not as good as Jennis." Again he compares as if there is not a single point of goodness embedded in Jeaven. "Why should Jennis go? Why didn't he just leave?" The thoughts of chaos and chaos made him say haphazardly that he might not be able to face reality if it really happened.

"Ahk! Pain ...." Jesslyn groaned as she felt cramps in her stomach and legs. Carefully he landed his body on the sofa. Emotions that are too out of control turned out to have an effect on the content. Although only a mild effect but still feels excruciating.

Jesslyn leaned back and waited for the cramping pain to subside. Kala was silent withstanding the sudden pain the shadow of all the attention of Jeaven waving over his head.

Usually the husband will immediately hold and give the most comfortable massage until he does not have to linger in pain. It's only been a few days married that much attention Jeaven gave. But all of that seemed invisible to Jesslyn's eyes blinded by disappointment.

"All of his attention was only as a form of responsibility for his mistakes, not because of love. Doesn't that mean he's not sincere?" Jesslyn further strengthened her perspective on Jeaven. The way of view that actually increasingly drags him in the torment of feeling.

Feeling tired with her own emotions Jesslyn sighed, trying to cool the hot brain, softening the hard heart. Although the disappointment with Jeaven was not complete, at least his sanity was not drained.

For a moment he fell silent while blindly scanning the lazy apartment space owned by Jeaven which he deliberately occupied since returning to London. An apartment that Verlin once occupied before he died. Suddenly his chest felt tight. Again negative thoughts gnaw the contents of the head.

Can't stand the rumble of uncomfortable feelings, Jesslyn hastened to the contest room. The woman wanted to immediately break free from the fatigue. Tired of body and mind.

Brak!

The hand that almost grabbed the handle of the door of the room receded when Jesslyn heard a sound like a falling object in the next room. His heart was pounding with fear. There was no one else but him in that apartment right now.

"Is there a vane?" wept wondering.

With a slow step and a feeling of anxiety Jesslyn ventured to open the door of the room from the source of the sound. He was relieved that what he feared had not happened.

Before he left, he forgot to close the window. Incidentally the night weather this time was so windy that the shutters slammed several times to make a sound.

"Whoa! What was that." Jesslyn reflex was leaning against the wall, but suddenly felt something strange about the flat terrain she was leaning against.

He turned his body and observed the wooden wall. "It turns out it's a door," his monologue to himself. He just found out that the reading room where he stood is now connected to another room. "Is this a secret room?"

The curiosity becomes more, but unfortunately can not be immediately treated. The ringing tone of the call suddenly sounded. His forehead frowned when he saw the call of an unrecognized number.

"Hello." Jesslyn started listening.

"It's Jesslyn, isn't it?" There was a soft voice of a woman across the phone. Jesslyn wondered.

"I'm sorry, who am I talking to?"

"Me, Callena."

Connect~~

Sorry, this chapter is a little short🙏 And Nofi would like to all announce that the title of this work is replaced yes. So Trapped in the love of the Racer.

Thank you still faithfully escorts the love story of Jeaven and Jesslyn ya🥰 Sekalian Nofi thanks visual bonus nih😁

Jeaven Allison/ Ice Gun J. J

Jesslyn Seanie Willson

This is when they get along😍