Chapter 646:
Living with Christina had brought about a real change in Eloise. She laughed more, faced each day with greater bravery, and let go of the heaviness that used to cling to her. A better frame of mind, combined with the gradual clearing of toxins from her system, seemed to have worked wonders. She no longer felt constantly worn out, and her skin had regained a healthy glow.
Looking back, Eloise realized that if she had never crossed paths with Christina, even acceptance from the Hubbard family wouldn’t have saved her from a hopeless future.
A deep sense of gratitude filled her heart, and she silently promised herself that she would one day repay Christina’s kindness.
Despite all the cheers, Elliott couldn’t manage to catch up to Dylan.
“My brother won! He won!” Chloe blurted out, her joy making her bounce on her feet, laughter spilling out as she celebrated.
A sudden realization struck her, and she quickly said to Eloise, “Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”
A gentle smile spread across Eloise’s face. “There’s no need to say sorry. My brother’s skills aren’t quite at that level yet, and that’s perfectly fine.”
While Eloise felt a hint of disappointment at her brother’s loss, she accepted that Dylan’s ability behind the wheel was simply better. To her, her brother was already remarkable, and losing didn’t change how much she admired him.
Chloe gave her a playful hug. “As long as you’re not sad, Eloise. You’re honestly the best.”
Warmth filled Eloise’s eyes as she replied, “You’re all so wonderful. I really love spending time with everyone.”
Elliott stepped out of the race car and lifted off his helmet, making his way toward Dylan. No hint of emotion crossed his face, keeping his true feelings hidden.
Dylan met him with a cold, steady tone. “Want another round?”
Elliott gave a simple shake of the head. “No, that won’t be necessary,” he said, extending his hand.
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A cold glance passed from Dylan before he accepted the handshake.
“I have to give it to you, you’re better than I am. I accept defeat without any excuses,” Elliott remarked candidly, his voice carrying not a hint of embarrassment as he acknowledged Dylan’s superior skill.
Elliott recognized that Dylan was a formidable rival, earning his and Christina’s respect and admiration. With the level of mastery Dylan displayed behind the wheel, he might even be capable of matching Christina’s abilities. When it came to challenging Skybreaker, Dylan appeared to be a much stronger contender than he ever could be.
As Dylan pulled his hand back, his eyes remained icy and detached, though a brief glint of respect flickered across his expression. Elliott’s character shone through as he spoke plainly, unafraid to admit where he fell short.
Dylan regarded Elliott with newfound respect, already picturing a deeper alliance with the Hubbard family somewhere down the road. But if Elliott truly intended to fight for Christina’s heart, that was an entirely different matter.
“Don’t get too cocky—I’ll catch up,” Elliott said, his tone half jest, half challenge.
“Alright,” Dylan replied, his face an unreadable canvas.
“Here, have some water, Dylan.” Chloe handed him a glass, her voice gentle.
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