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    Belinda couldn’t suppress augh. “Did Kristopher tell you that?”


    Cathy rolled her eyes. “Is that really necessary? We’ve been inseparable since I got back to the country. I’d definitely know if he wasing home or not!”


    Belinda’s smile remained unfazed by Cathy’s words. “Well, if you’re with him every night, perhaps you could hurry him along with the divorce. I’m actually looking forward to your wedding.”


    Without waiting for Cathy’s retort, Belinda turned away and slipped on her racing helmet.


    Cathy’s gaze hardened, a venomous look shing in her eyes.


    Soon after, the official at the starting line signaled for a warm-upp. Belinda’s car leapt forward like a shot arrow.


    Meanwhile, Cathy struggled mightily. Not only was her speedcking, but she also veered off the track multiple times.


    Witnessing this, Allen furrowed his brow and cautiously approached Kristopher. “Kristopher, maybe we should call it quits? Miss Miller doesn’t seem to have a handle on driving a race car.”


    In that moment, all of Kristopher’s attention was captivated by Belinda.


    She was behind the wheel of the race car, careening around the track with such ir that it was hard to reconcile her image with the typically reserved Mrs. Cox.


    Kristopher couldn’t help but wonder when he had missed noticing this sharp, dashing side of Belinda.


    “Kristopher?” Allen called out, noticing his distraction.


    When Kristopher didn’t answer, Allen furrowed his brow and nudged him gently. “Kristopher?” he repeated, a bit louder this time.


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    Roused from his thoughts, Kristopher turned to see Cathy making her rounds on the track.


    By now, she had drifted off course three times, each mistake met with a careful correction. Her driving was slow and measured, but she seemed to be gaining her bearings, finally maintaining a steady line around the track.


    Watching her, Kristopher’s brow creased in confusion. Cathy had been described by Joyce as almost professional in skill, yet her cautiousps seemed uncharacteristic. Realizing it was just a warm-up, he reasoned that perhaps she was deliberately taking it easy.


    Dismissing his concern, Kristopher nced sidelong at Allen. “What’s the matter? Are you worried that if Belinda loses, you won’t see her again?” he teased.


    Allen was momentarily at a loss for words.


    After a prolonged silence, Allen let out a weary sigh. “I’m just a bit concerned…”


    It seemed Cathy had no grasp of race car driving.


    For such a woman to rashly enter apetition… Could an ident be imminent?


    Soon enough, both carspleted their warm-upps and lined up at the starting line.


    The starting lights illuminated sequentially, heightening Allen’s anxiety with each glow.


    Then, in an instant, as the lights zed and simultaneously extinguished, Belinda’s car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, so swiftly that Cathy barely had time to register the start. By the time Cathy realized Belinda had bolted, she was already a speck in the distance.


    Frantically, Cathy elerated her car.


    Before she could evenplete her firstp, Belinda was finishing her second.


    Watching Belinda’s car shrink in the distance, Cathy’s grip on the sweaty steering wheel tightened with nerves.


    As Belinda zoomed past her, the distant crowd’s screams and cheers filled the air.


    Belinda was just twops shy of victory!


    Clenching her teeth and narrowing her eyes, Cathy watched Belinda’s diminishing figure.


    When Belindapped her once more, Cathy decisively veered her car toward Belinda’s trajectory.


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