Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Stay Away from Her! Jean and Ben arrived at the racing venue ahead of time. After changing into their attire, they strolled into the fields but were greeted by loud screeching as two bright-colored cars revved into the arena.

Jean watched the cars warily as Jonathan and Brad got out of the car. These men were at the Luminance Club when I went to talk to Edgar. They must be his men. Are they here to participate in the race? Jean felt uneasy in their presence, but more than ever, she felt someone's gaze upon her. Who was it? After checking their cars a final twith Ben, Jean stood in the warm sunlight, which caressed her like a mother's embrace. Suddenly, she shuddered when she felt the chilling gaze turn stone cold like a blade.

Unsettled, she scanned the crowd around her, then up the balconies and froze in shock when she saw the person glaring at her.

Fear gripped her as the world around her melted away, deafening her from Ben's calls.

"Jean, let's go!" Seeing her staring into the skies, he called out to her again in concern.

"Jean?" Jean gasped, as if she was pulled out of the waters. She turned towards Ben slowly, then nodded.

They got into their car as the countdown began. Upon the bang of the starting pistol, all the cars at the starting point roared into life and dashed away.

However, Jean, who was seated in the passenger seat, stared blankly at the tracks as her mind lingered upon Edgar's steel cold face.

"Jean, where is the obstacle?" Ben yelled nervously, startling Jean into action.

When Jean's gaze focused, her hands flew to her mouth in shock as she realized that the obstacle was too close for comfort.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to instruct Ben without showing her nervousness. "The obstacle is to our left. Slow down and set your steering wheel straight ahead." Ben reacted to the situation perfectly, but the side of the car scraped against the obstacle, showering sparks.

At the stime, they saw a car roar into view in the rearview mirror. Jonathan and Brad caught up with them and overtook them at a corner! "Jean! Keep your eyes open!" Ben growled unhappily as he glanced at the brightly-colored car, shocking Jean into alertness.

"Turn." "Speed up." Under her keen instructions, they roared ahead, snatched the lead back from Jonathan and was the first car to cross the ending line. As Jean and Ben stumbled out of the car, she wiped the sweat off her forehead and out of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I was..." "Don't worry, we won! Con!" As he raised an open palm to high-five Jean, he was aware that Jean was zoning out again.

Jean smiled a tight smile as she stared at one of the balconies.

"You're here, Edgar! Did you see me? I could've won! If only I managed the last leg of the race!” Jonathan boasted boisterously as he jumped over the fence.

"But you lost, in the end." Edgar replied sternly.

Jonathan groused, but Edgar's attention was upon Jean.

She was amazing.

Jean scowled. Why is he still here? Grabbing Ben's arm, she dragged him to the changing room, but it was too late - he saw Edgar too.

"Why is he here? Why not stay in the VIP room?" Jean pressed her lips together.

"Do you think he's here to repay you for your kindness?" "What?" "He might want to thank you for saving him at his wedding. Why else would the Roydens invest so heavily into races?" "Don't joke about that. It's impossible." Although she knew that he was joking, she could not help but feel unhappy as she walked towards the changing room.

She was unaware that Edgar's cold eyes were locked onto her as she walked into the changing room.

He was on the way to the auction venue when he changed his mind and cto the race.

"Did you expect to see your ex-wife at the race?" Brad asked when he saw Edgar staring at Jean. Edgar looked away from her receding back and glared at Brad.

Sensing something dangerous roiling around him, Jonathan patted Brad's shoulder. "You better not say anything else, buddy. She is a marvelous co-driver, performing better than I could. She is doing better than before too!" "Stay away from her." Edgar muttered as he began to walk towards where Jean went.

Jonathan frowned. "Did he tellnot to respond to Jean, or was he warningoff chasing her?" Brad turned away with his helmet under his arm. "What difference does it make? Stay away from her all the time, buddy." "Why would I pursue a woman that Mr. Royden tossed aside?" Jonathan seethed.

Jean left the changing room half an hour later, only to run into Edgar, who was leaning against the arch.

Most women would swoon if they saw him in his casual wear, which made him even more attractive than he was in a suit.

Jean sighed and focused straight ahead as she tried to pass him, but Edgar grabbed her arm as she was passing him.

"Let's talk." "I don't know what we have to talk about, Mr. Royden." Jean tried to shake him away.

Edgar caught a whiff of her sweet shampoo, but he also witnessed the hatred and alarm in her eyes, to his disdain]'s didn't disdain didn't know you could race." Edgar tried to break the ice between them, but Jean merely scoffed at him. "Mr. Royden, you don't know a lot of things about me. In fact, letremind you that you have a wife. We have nothing to do with each other anymore." After their altercations, she was not fond of him anymore.

The sunlight spilled through the arch, casting their shadows on the walls m like the scene of a horror movie! ve Edgar's Adam's apple bobbed, but he was able to keep his temper even, to his surprise. "When did you realize I made a mistake?" "I've made it clear at your wedding, Mr. Royden. I'm not interested in indulging in your nostalgia." Jean mumbled as she walked away from him.

"You should've toldearlier. You wouldn't have had to stay in prison for a year." Edgar called out as he watched her stride away. He would let her go because of the pendant. However, his words broke her peace like a stone being thrown into a still pond, and fear rippled out of her heart.

Does he think that he holds my life in his hands? What a joke! She stopped with her helmet in her hands. “Did it slip your mind that I requested to be sent to jail when we were in court?"