Wheels of Fate (MM) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 67

Pakin’s P.O.VI stretched lazily, feeling the stiffness in my limbs ease as I exhaled a deep breath. For the first time in days, my body felt lighter, free from the fever and the pain of being confined to the bed.Dew had left at dawn, and now, the house was quiet, save for the distant hum of birds outside and the faint rustling of leaves in the garden.I reached for my phone on the bedside table, unlocking it with a quick swipe. My first message was to Coal. I’m coming to the tracks today. Don’t tell Sean. I want it to be a surprise.A small smirk tugged at my lips as I sent the message. Sean would probably scold me for pushing myself too soon, but I couldn’t stay away any longer.I needed to feel the rush of speed again, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I maneuvered around the track. Even if I wasn’t ready for sharp turns, I could at least get a few laps in, just to stay in shape.

Pakin’s P.O.VI let Sean drag me away from the race track, even though I had insisted I was fine enough to run a couple of laps. My body was still healing, but my hands ached to grip the wheel, to feel the adrenaline course through my veins again. But Sean wouldn’t hear it.“Just one day,” he said, flashing me that grin that always seemed to get me to agree to things I wouldn’t normally do. “Tomorrow, we hit the tracks. Today, you’re mine.”I sighed, pretending to be reluctant, but truthfully, I was curious to see where he’d take me.I had expected something extravagant—maybe a high-end restaurant or even Siam Paragon, where he could show off his new boyfriend with some overpriced meal. Sean was flashy like that, always the center of attention, always making a statement.But the moment he parked the car, my eyes widened in surprise.It wasn’t anything grand.No five-star dining, no fancy chandeliers, no valet waiting to take the car. Instead, we were by the riverside, in front of a sm

Pakin’s P.O.VAfter we settled the bill—though Sean made sure to insist on paying, despite my weak protests—he took my hand and led me down a narrow dirt path beside the restaurant.The air smelled of damp earth and the distant scent of grilled fish from a vendor somewhere along the riverbank. The sky had begun to turn shades of orange and pink, the setting sun casting golden light across the rippling water.Sean finally stopped at a quiet spot by the river, where the land jutted out just slightly, forming a small ledge with a clear, unobstructed view of the horizon. He sat down on the grass, patting the space beside him.I lowered myself next to him, stretching my legs out as the cool breeze ruffled my hair. The water shimmered, reflecting the fiery hues of the sky, and the gentle waves lapped against the shore in a soothing rhythm.“Nice, isn’t it?” he murmured.I nodded, exhaling slowly