Lock You In My Heart



Chapter 786 Race

Gabrielle was excited. It was her first time riding a snow motorbike.

Westley was driving steadily and fast. Gabrielle, who had been afraid and scared at first, finally mustered her confidence and stood up, although she still had her arms securely wrapped around Westley's neck.

"Gabrielle, you must keep your grip tight. Please don't let go of me. Take care!" Westley yelled as he slowed his pace. He didn't want Gabrielle to go down.

"Don't worry, Westley. I'm going to be OK. Don't give up. We must defeat Alexis!" Gabrielle clearly saw that Westley had slowed down. With this pace, how could they ever catch up with Alexis? She felt a little nervous.

"Then clutch me tightly. I'm going to pick up the pace." Westley increased his speed to appease Gabrielle.

"I'm clutching you tightly, honey! Come on! Let's go! Let's go!" Gabrielle exclaimed with glee.

"I'll then pick up the pace." Westley accelerated after saying that.

They were on their way to catching up with Alexis. When Alexis saw Westley had accelerated, he drove even faster.

Following that, they engaged in a race.

"We can't lose, Cowan!" When Abigail noticed that everyone was speeding up, she instantly urged Cowan to do the same. Alexis-and Westley had outpaced them, which made Abigail nervous because she had always wanted to win at everything. She was determined to win.

She couldn't possibly lose!

"Cowan, we can't lose to them; it would be humiliating!" Abigail went on.

Cowan had the same idea. How could they lose to foreigners on their own turf?

"Hold on, Abigail." Abigail was reminded. }Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"Gabrielle! Let's hold a contest. In front of the winner, the loser will concede defeat and say that she is useless in front of my grandfather!" Abigail yelled at Gabrielle.

Gabrielle was rendered speechless. What was the matter with Abigail? She was always striving to be the best at everything.

It was so juvenile. -

"Gabrielle, do you have the courage to compete with me? Then simply acknowledge defeat. Acknowledge that you are not as good as I am!" Abigail kept yelling at her.

"I'm never defeated. Miss Schmidt, I apologize, but my husband is so good that we can't lose," Gabrielle calmly answered. Abigail's expression abruptly shifted, and she scowled at Gabnelle.

"Gabrielle, then show me what you're capable of. If you lose, you must accept that you are not as good as I am! Let's go, Cowan." Abigail clutched Cowan's waist and implored him to speed.

She couldn't possibly lose, especially when it came to her dignity.

"All right, I'll show them what it's like to be a professional racer." Cowan accelerated to catch up with them.

"Cowan, we must outperform them. Let everyone witness what the Schmidts are capable of, and I want Gabrielle to concede

defeat in front of me." Abigail wanted Gabrielle to admit she was better than her.

Gabrielle didn't mind if they won, but she didn't like how proud Abigail was.

"Are we going to lose, honey? Can we go faster?" Gabrielle stroked Westley's shoulder.

Westley didn't respond to her question, but he noticed Cowan following them in the rearview mirror. Of course, he wasn't going to give them a chance, so he stepped on the gas.

Gabrielle tightened her grip on Westley's waist as she felt she was about to be thrown off.

"Are you terrified, Gabrielle?" Westley asked, concerned because he sensed she was scared.

"It's all right. You have the option to accelerate." Gabrielle was no longer disturbed.

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her with seriousness. After all, Gabrielle's safety was always his top priority.

"I understand. They're coming. Hurry up!" Gabrielle tumed to face Cowan and Abigail, who were behind them. They were on their way to catching up with them.

Gabrielle couldn't give up so easily now that the race had begun. If they won, she'd be able to witness Abigail accept defeat in front of her. Gabrielle was overjoyed about the prospect.

"Honey, come on! We have to win!" Gabrielle exclaimed cheerfully.

Westley's passion was rekindled by her roar, and he accelerated once more.

"You're doing fantastic, honey! We will undoubtedly win. Come on, honey!" Gabrielle kept cheering for him.

Although Westley was unfamiliar with the terrain, he was an excellent driver and drove fast and steadily.

Abigail had no idea Westley was so skilled at driving that they couldn't pass him.

It would be a pity to lose to Gabrielle and Westley in this manner.

She couldn't give up.

"Cowan, let's get this over with. Isn't there a short distance to the camp?" Abigail devised a workaround.

In any case, there was no requirement that they get at the camp through the main route. They could take the shortcut, but it

would be risky and simple to get lost for anyone unfamiliar with the woods.

Cowan and Abigail, on the other hand, were familiar with the snow forest like the palm of hand.

In any case, as long as they could win, they didn't worry if they used certain. techniques. They feared that they wouldn't be able

to win Westley if they took the main path.

"Abigail, it's a little risky." Abigail was reminded by Cowan.

The snow on the mountain was fairly thick after a couple of strong snowfalls. Only when the snow was cleared off the road could

it be driven safely. It would be perilous if they-took the shortcut.

"It's all right, Cowan. We've taken it many times before;-so it'll be alright. We're already familiar with the woods." Abigail was unconcerned about it. She was just interested in winning.

"All right, let's take the easy way." Cowan tumed a corner and drove to the shortcut without hesitation, He was familiar with the forest, so he

didn't believe they'd be in any danger.