In another car, as it shot forward, Eleanor's heart leaped to her throat. The scenery outside blurred past, making her dizzy.
The interior of the car was filled with the sounds of the wind rushing past and the tires gripping the track.
Around mid-journey, Henry broke the silence, his voice laced with concern. "Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"
He glanced at Eleanor several times and noticed her face was unusually pale.
Eleanor frowned, fighting the urge to vomit, and replied, "I'm fine, just a bit car sick."
Upon hearing this, Henry slowed down his car and continued smoothly.
Eleanor noticed this and immediately said, "You don't have to worry about me, just keep driving."
Henry turned a corner, his side profile sharp and defined. The setting sun gently bathed his chiseled
