The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: His Pretence

Meredith.

I had barely finished strapping myself in before Dennis slid into the driver’s seat beside me, fingers already dancing over the controls.

The engine hummed to life, smooth and easy, as he glanced at me with a cheeky grin.

"So," he said, wiggling his brows, "watch closely. This is how you wake up a sleeping beast."

He pressed the clutch, shifted into gear, and let the car roll forward a little before bringing it to a stop again. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

I watched him carefully. It was so easy.

Then he got out, motioned for me to take over. "Your turn," he said.

I didn’t hesitate. We traded places. Slipping into the driver’s seat, I adjusted myself, rested my palms on the steering wheel and waited.

"Start it," he said, grinning.

I did. Effortlessly. The engine purred. Dennis clapped, like I was some child who had just solved a riddle.

"Brilliant. Look at you!" he said. "I have such an enthusiastic student."

I wasn’t flattered.

I raised an eyebrow. "What’s next?"

He leaned back against the open door. "Next? We go back in. Class dismissed."

I glared at him. "What? That’s it?"

He chuckled, backing away from the car. "Yes, Miss Speedster. You’ve graduated."

I narrowed my eyes. "Then I suppose I will rate your tutoring skills as extremely underwhelming. One star. You teach nothing."

That wiped the smirk off his face.

"I was joking," he said, chuckling again, more nervously this time. "Alright, alright. Back to your seat."

I moved to the passenger side. He settled into the driver’s seat again, adjusting the wheel.

"Now," he said, "Repeat the basics."

I obliged. "Start the engine. Press the clutch fully. Shift into gear. First gear to move. Second when you gain momentum. Keep both hands on the wheel."

"Perfect," Dennis nodded. "You are a natural."

He started driving slowly, explaining things as he went. How to guide the wheel. How to hold the brake without jolting the car. I followed his every word, absorbing.

"Can I try?" I asked suddenly.

Dennis looked at me like I had asked to fly the car instead.

He laughed... then stopped. "No."

I scowled. "Come on."

"No."

"Please?"

"No—"

"Dennis."

He groaned. "Fine. Just once."

We traded places again. He made me buckle my seatbelt first before doing the same.

Then I looked at him. "You are not afraid I will crash us both into the fence?"

He gave me a flat stare. "At least, it’s better to die together than stand outside and watch you crash alone."

He turned serious. "How would I explain it to Draven when you are important to him?"

I didn’t believe that.

Dennis made me repeat the basics again, and I did—slowly. My fingers followed the motion, clutch in, shift, guide the wheel.

The car rolled forward.

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