Chapter 126 

Narik’s bitter smile lingered in my mind long after we parted ways, but I didn’t press him further. 

There were things I needed to focus on, and racing was at the top of the list. 

After bidding Narik farewell, I headed to the team’s training ground, determination burning in my chest. 

The atmosphere at the track was electric, filled with the hum of engines and the smell of rubber. 

Gregor, my coach, stood waiting for me, his arms crossed and a small smile playing on his lips. 

eady to get back in the game?” he asked, handing me a helmet. 

I nodded, sliding the helmet over my head. “More than ever.” 

The training began immediately, intense and unforgiving. 

Gregor didn’t hold back, pushing me to my limits as we drilled on racing tactics, cornering techniques, and reaction speed. 

I spent hours in the cockpit of my car, running laps around the track, feeling the rush of adrenaline with each turn. 

Every second counted, and Gregor’s shouts over the radio kept me sharp. 

“Faster, Elizabeth! You’re losing time on the straight!” 

I gritted my teeth and pushed the accelerator down, feeling the car roar beneath me. 

There was no room for hesitation. 

I needed to prove to myself–and to everyone–that I could still race at the highest level. 

I immersed myself in the world of racing day in and day out, driving to the training ground at first light and not leaving until nightfall and the stars. 

When I came home each night, the lights were always on. 

No matter how late it was, Leo would always be waiting for me. 

He was very curious about what I had been up to lately, but I kept my mouth shut and held on to the secret, telling him nothing. 

I know that Gregor has signed me up for a fight, which is in two months. 

Perhaps the race is the best time for me to explain it all. 

In between racing sessions, I trained physically, running, lifting weights, and working on my endurance. 

The pain in my muscles became a constant companion, but I welcomed it. 

It reminded me that I was pushing forward, closer to my goal. 

My teammates, initially skeptical of my return, began to take notice of my progress. 

Slowly but surely, I earned their respect. 

After weeks of grueling preparation, I chose the Singapore Blast Grand Prix, a regional event that was fiercely competitive. 

It wasn’t the flashiest race, but it was the perfect stage for my comeback. 

The sun was just rising as I woke from a light nap, the early morning light spilling through the curtains. 

I glanced over at the figure beside me, 

Leo, as usual, had made himself at home. 

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Chapter 126 

He had way of showing up unannounced, and though it was squees fricting that you the pres 

I wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get a key to my ville, but I had bukared to the 

Besides, it wasn’t like he was disruptive if anything, he had been oddiy kelyft, mukang baik dengan by yes to 

Slipping out of bed quietly, I headed to the bathroom to wash up. 

Today was a big day, and I needed to be focused. 

By the time I made it downstairs, Leo was already dressed in a dry suit, adjusting his the jotos of the mer 

His breakfast preparations were laid out neatly on the table, the set of freshly cooked syys and was filling to de 

reakfast is ready,” he said without turning around. “Eat up before you land ver 

I eyed the black suitcase by the door. 

“Are you traveling?” I asked, taking a seat at the table, 

Led glanced at the suitcase and nodded. 

“Singapore, I’m attending an economic exposition. It was a last minute decision, so I didnt get a cheurs to tell you 

My eyebrows shot up in surprise, 

“Singapore, huh?” I mumbled, slicing into my ezzs. 

Little did he know, I was heading there too–just for a different reas 

Leo approached me, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me close 

“Will you call me if you miss me?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with an unexpected valserably. 

I chewed on my food for a moment before giving a noncommittal answer. 

“Maybe.” 

I didn’t see the point in telling him that we’d be in the same city. 

If he knew, he’d likely latch onto me for the entire trip, and I needed space–especially with the race looting over me 

His grip tightened slightly, and there was a flicker of jealousy in his eyes. 

“You’ve been distant lately, always busy with something,” he murmured. “I wait for you every night, but you come home so late 

I put my fork down and looked up at him, meeting his gaze. 

“Isn’t this what I used to go through? Waiting for you to come home, wondering where you were?”