Antonio's face stiffened, and he subconsciously grabbed the handrail above his head as Giovanna drove on with an indifferent expression. The car was still speeding along.
This was the first time he'd felt uneasy riding in someone else's car. "Honey, slow down!"
"Just sit tight."
Her expression remained calm, but she didn't ease up on the gas pedal at all. They finally arrived.
After the thrilling ride, Antonio lowered his head to unbuckle his seat belt and asked casually, "Were you a race car driver?"
"No."
"Then where did you learn to drive like that?"
"Go-karts." Giovanna skillfully took the wheelchair out of the trunk, pushed it to the passenger side, and stood in front of him, ramrod straight.
"Honey, are you going to make me walk down myself?" he said helplessly.
Was she afra
