Chapter 80 The Insane Number One Racer

Like the other racers, he was wearing a racing suit of similar style, with a helmet on his head. Only the number on his chest indicated he was number one.

From his attire alone, it was impossible to tell who he was.

Elena recognized him at first glance, it was Hassan!

He stood out among the entire racetrack, often being surrounded by other racers, yet he always managed to prevail. Many times, his motorcycle's body nearly paralleled the ground. The wheels would create bright sparks, and any slight mistake would put his life in danger.

However, in such a dangerous situation, he still effortlessly maneuvered through.

On the entire race track, he exuded dominance and arrogance, like a wild horse that had broken free, leading by a wide margin.

In the spectator stands, those who were originally cheering for other racers suddenly unified their voices and started cheering for him.

"Number one will win, number one will win!"

All the spectators were impressed by the daring and daring spirit of the number one driver, and attracted by his superb driving skills. They couldn't help but stand up on the stands and shout with all their might.

Although, Elena knew it was a recorded video, she couldn't control herself from tightly squeezing her hands, even her breathing couldn't be too smooth. Her heart was hanging in the air.

As a fellow motorcycle rider, she was very clear that behind his exquisite driving skills were countless life-threatening crisis. If he made a slight mistake, it could result in a devastating crash. It was more like gambling with his life rather than a race. Has he gone mad?

Elena was deeply moved by something, tears welled up in her eyes. She had never seen a person who was willing to sacrifice their life for a race.

Her life was worthless, but Hassan's life was valuable.

In the end, the second, third, and ninth cars also went crazy and caught up from behind. Perhaps inspired by the number one driver, everyone was desperately trying to win first place. Perhaps inspired by the enthusiasm of the on-site audience, everyone wanted to become the next focus of attention.

As they approached the finish line, which was getting closer and closer, the racing line almost became parallel, and everyone rushed towards the finish line together.

Suddenly, that red motorcycle lifted its front wheel, like a leaping dragon's head, heading straight for the finish line.

Elena was shocked. He was truly seeking death!

She almost didn't dare to watch anymore, but this intense battle deeply attracted her to continue watching.

The audience let out a shocking scream.

The number one motorcycle drew a beautiful arc in the air and finally reached the finish line a step ahead.

The applause from the audience was like thunder, and Elena shed tears of excitement.

It was so thrilling, so exciting!

Unfortunately, due to the inertia of the motorcycle, it crashed into the railing, sparking, and then collided with the wall...

Elena's heart tightened and her breath became weak.

Hassan was thrown far away by the car. Soon, an ambulance arrived, with a large number of medical personnel rushing over.

Hassan slowly stood up from the ground, pushed through the crowd, and shouted loudly.

"Elena, the number one motorcycle is yours..."

Elena covered her face, unable to speak amidst her tears!

Noura quietly, gently turned off the video, allowing Elena to release her emotions.

After a long time, she said calmly, "The master's arm is injured; there are also abrasions on his left leg and forehead. Miss Walker, would you like to go and see him?"

Elena didn't answer her. She turned around and ran desperately towards the front door of the villa.

Damn it, Hassan, you really are a jerk. It's just a motorcycle; do you have to go all out?

In the spacious living room, Hassan was dressed in only a pair of shorts, with a black t-shirt on his body, sitting on the black leather...

Nestled on the sofa, with his slender legs resting on the coffee table, Dr. White diligently cleaned his wounds for him.

"Master, be careful. The tendons on this side are strained. It's best not to exert too much force during this period."

"Enough with the fussing just apply the medicine!"

Perhaps the ointment was stinging his wounds, as Hassan's eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Tendon strain? He had just carried her and ran down the street. Was he really so reckless?

After a while, he seemed to notice Elena's gaze and turned to look at her.

Elena widened her eyes, indeed there was a scrape mark on his forehead.

Yes, she had seen him come out earlier wearing a racing suit. Why hadn't she thought about it then? Why didn't she notice the injury on his forehead?

Maybe he was right. She had never really paid much attention to him. She never thought that he would make such a crazy move just for the motorcycle she liked.

"I'm sorry!" She looked at him seriously, her eyes full of remorse.

"What?" Hassan squinted his handsome eyes.

Elena approached him step by step and said again earnestly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would go to such lengths for me."

Hassan casually turned his face away and let out a low grunt.

"Who said it was for you? I was only gambling with my own million-dollar bet. I never lose at gambling."

Elena chuckled softly. He was actually so childish. One million was just a pocket change figure for him. Could he afford to play and not lose? Clearly, it was for her, yet he still refused to admit it and kept up his tough act!

Elena softly walked to his side and massaged his shoulders. "Does that feel better?"

Her delicate hands kneaded his shoulders with just the right amount of strength.

This was the gentlest moment between the two since they met. Hassan closed his eyes and sincerely enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

Dr. White finished treating the wounds and quietly left. Noura smiled, silently praying that these two sincerely in love individuals could reconcile and return to how they were before.

"Is it heavy?" Elena tenderly asked.

"Hmm, it's lighter now! Did you not have enough to eat?" Hassan lazily responded.

Elena knew that he still held some anger deep down, so she let him vent while she sweetly smiled and said, "How about this?" She increased the pressure in her hands.

Hassan immediately protested, "Ouch, are you trying to break my bones?"

Elena smiled and shook her head, adjusting her strength. She gently massaged the back of his neck with her soft hands. Perhaps enticed by the scent and touch of her arms, he pressed his body closer to her arm, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the comfort.

"When can I ride this bike?"

Hassan abruptly opened his eyes, grabbed her arm, and pulled her onto the sofa. Then he leaned over her.

Looking down at her from an elevated position, his handsome features appeared particularly ambiguous.

"That depends on your future behavior."

"Now?"

"What kind of performance?" Elena's heart raced as she responded casually.

He suddenly lowered his head, his scorching breath enveloping her as he kissed her passionately and fiercely, leaving her breathless.

"Your injury... the doctor said you shouldn't engage in strenuous exercise..."

Under his attack, she responded cautiously, pushing him away, afraid of hurting him.

Her fair face blushed a captivating shade of crimson, her beautiful eyes half-closed in a seductive haze, arousing Hassan's passion.

He suddenly embraced her and flipped over, allowing her to straddle him. With slightly reddened eyes, he gazed deeply at her, his voice sexy and magnetic as he said in a low tone, "Since you're afraid I'll get hurt, then take the initiative!"

This position was a first for Elena, and even though she felt the sensuality of the man beneath her, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Where should she start?

Elena's shy and clueless demeanor caught Hassan's eye, captivating him.

His large hand tightly grasped her small hand, guiding her to touch him down below...

His fiery gaze was indulgent and filled with desire...

The heavy breathing, the rising and falling of his chest, and the tent towering beneath him all became blazing torches, ready to ignite Elena.

Her small hand gently stroked his sensitive area, eliciting a satisfactory moan from him. Suddenly, he flipped over again, pinning her down, and his intense kisses assaulted her once more as his hands unobstructedly removed her clothes.

When Elena woke up in a daze, she found herself lying on the large bed in the bedroom, feeling disheveled all over.

She realized that being with this man required great stamina; otherwise, it would be hard to keep up!

There was a golden angel nightlight illuminating the bedroom, casting a warm glow on the entire room. He was lying beside her, his long arm tightly embracing her.

Through their sleepwear, his large hand still held her waist.

Perhaps he was too tired; he slept soundly, his perfectly shaped facial features so close to her. He breathed evenly, the air filled with his pleasant masculine scent.

His skin had a healthy light tan, with elongated eyebrows that extended into his temples, dark and shining. The contours around his eyes were deep, and he possessed long and thick eyelashes that she envied. He also possessed a straight nose, and rosy lips. They say men with thin lips are ruthless, so is this man also ruthless?

William had attractive lips, a faint rose color, full and enticing.

Elena's mind was in chaos; how did she start thinking about William again?

These two men were completely opposite, like two extremes. They had nothing in common.

One was gentle, considerate, and kind-hearted...

One was explosive, wild, and narrow-minded...

"Peeking at me again?" Hassan suddenly opened his eyes, looking at her wickedly as his hands roamed her body in a very provocative manner.

Elena couldn't bear the ticklish sensation he caused, so she grabbed his large hand.

"Don't tease, it tickles!"

"Really?"

"Itchy? Let me help you with that!" Hassan, full of interest, shifted and pressed down on her again.

"No, no!" Elena laughed, reaching out to push him away, but instead of pushing him off, her hands were locked by his lips in a suffocating and entangling kiss that he didn't continue.

Her face flushed from the kiss, and he stopped, looking down at her with a mischievous smile.

"Do you want to try this car?"