At that moment, Sean was eagerly taking photos of Ophelia with his phone. Today, Ophelia had won the top prize at the international car race, standing proud on the podium, her hands holding the trophy that brought honor to her nation.
The venue was alive with ceaseless cheers and screams.
Amid the sea of faces, Ophelia’s gaze locked onto Sean instantly.
He was without his usual airs, looking more like an adoring fanboy as he flashed her an indulgent smile. “Hey Ophelia, over here!”
Her smile was radiant.
She remembered how Sean, knowing her desire for the Kowloon Bay track, had gone out of his way to gift it to her.
He had arranged for his people to put obstacles in her project’s path just so she would stay in Belloria a little longer.
Under the guise of Bella’s name, he added her on WhatsApp, sent her various gifts, asked her out.
When he learned she was in danger, he rushed to her rescue with unprecedented speed.
A flood of memories came rushing back.
Stepping down from the podium, Ophelia ran straight into his arms.
Sean held her tight, “You took that curve too fast just now.”
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I’m marrying you the day after tomorrow; I wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
She tried to ease his concerns, but Sean was captivated by her enticing lips and couldn’t resist kissing her.
The flashbulbs popped relentlessly.
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