"Vroom—"
The sound of the throttle roaring, the sound of two rapid flashes, the incandescent lights standing dutifully to light the way ahead, everything here formed a wonderful picture that was etched in Eva's mind for a long time.
She hadn't felt this happy since she returned home.
"Thank you." Eva took off her helmet, tossed her long hair, and gave a dashing glance at Caleb.
Even though she lost the game, she had fun and for that she must thank Caleb.
"Let's go, it's late." Caleb instantly switched into an elite model, as if the person who was just riding recklessly on the racing motor did not exist.
Eva teased him with a smile, "I didn't expect that you can ride a motorbike!"
"You lost, don't go back on your words." Caleb said as he looked sideways at Eva.
He stared at Eva, and his voice was husky, which was pleasant to ears. Eva said with a proud voice, patting her chest, "Don't worry, I definitely won't go back on my words! I can do anything you want me to do, as long as it's not killing people."
"There's no rush, I'll keep this wish for now." Caleb was surprised to see such a lively Eva, who kept smiling. She was still the same, she had just grown up and learned to hide herself, and when she was really happy, she would show her childishness.
"How did you know there was a race track here? And it must cost a lot of money to have them turn on the lights in the middle of the night, right?" After having fun, Eva had to face a very serious problem, and that was the problem of money.
"It is Nathan's race track. I don't know the price." Caleb replied.
"Gosh, rich people!" Eva gritted her teeth as she listened to his words.
She grew up in a small village. After she returned to the Sommers family, she thought that the Sommers family was already very powerful, living in a big house and having a car to get around, but only after she came into contact with Caleb did she understand what life was like for the real gentry.
Even if the Sommers family doted on Sheila so much, they would not buy a race rack just because she liked it. Usually, it made no profit, but was a place for these rich men to have fun in their leisure time.
"You can join in." Caleb said in a serious manner.
Eva smiled, "No, I'm better suited to being the poor exploited class."
It was already late at night when the two of them returned to Rosenfeld Hill. After this incident, Eva was not so restrained in front of Caleb, and the atmosphere between the two of them was getting more and more cordial. Especially when Caleb looked at Eva with his starry eyes, Eva always felt like she was going to drown there.
As Caleb had just parked the car, Eva ran out of the car in a hurry, "I am gonna have a rest, good night."
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