The Cherished Wife (Noelle and Charles) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 

Charles kept his lips tight and stared straight ahead. His focused and serious expression left Noelle no time to think about anything else. 

She gripped the handle with both hands as Charles accelerated again, overtaking another car at the next bend. 

Noelle felt the wind rushing past her ears. It was an indescribable sensation. Her heart pounded in her throat, and she felt like she might scream at any moment. 

As Charles overtook another car, Noelle heard someone outside curse in awe, “Holy crap! This legend!” 

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Noelle bit her pale lip, glancing at Charles under the dim interior light. The man outside was right–Charles really was something else. 

Seeing his calm demeanor, Noelle bit her lip and asked, “Were you a race car driver?” 

Charles raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smile, “Scared now?” 

Noelle shook her head. Seeing that Charles could still talk to her, she could not help but worry. “I’d better not distract you. Just focus on driving!” Then, she added, “Actually, you just need to avoid being overtaken by the last car to win, you know!” 

Charles smiled. From her angle, Noelle found his thin lips quite appealing. He replied, “Don’t worry.” 

“I’m not worried. Just focus on driving!” 

“I’m not,” said Charles. 

“Huh?” Noelle was confused by his seemingly unrelated comment. “Not what?” 

“I’m not a race car driver.” He chuckled. “I just liked playing with cars when I was younger.” 

Noelle’s mouth twitched. If this was his idea of playing around, the professional drivers from earlier would be furious to hear it! 

“Hold on,” Charles said. As he spoke, a bright yellow car sped past them. The driver waved mockingly at Charles. “See you later, buddy!” 

Charles pressed his lips together and gripped the steering wheel, then floored the accelerator. 

As they went up the mountain, everything around them fell silent except for the sound of speeding cars. Noelle kept her eyes on Charles. Despite racing, he appeared calm and collected. If not for the increasing speed, Noelle might have thought Charles was just taking a leisurely drive. 

“Talk to me,” Charles‘ cool voice broke the silence. 

“Talk about what?” Noelle asked, puzzled. 

“Anything.” Charles smiled. “Don’t forget why we started this.” 

Noelle furrowed her brows, remembering that they had started racing to lift her spirits. She glared at Charles. “Could you stop reminding me?”