I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

When Zachary got inside the car, he drove straight to the San Carlos Racing Track, where the All Champion Porsche 2019 will take place.

Travis, Harken, Primo, and Jarem greeted Zachary as he arrived while Enzo was inside the racing track with the other competitors.

Enzo is the hubby to compete in a car racing competition among friends.

“You’re late, bro,” Primo said as they sat on the lower side, where they could see everyone.

“Where is Samarra?” Harken frowned, knowing he admired his wife, but asking him while he was with his girlfriend was inappropriate.

“Why?”

“Whoa! I’m simply asking. Besides, Samarra is Jazz’s friend, so I merely asked, “Harken laughed as he exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Why do you seem jealous of me?” Harken asked him confidently.

When he heard Harken say that he could see Vince smiling while looking at him, his eyes widened.

He recognizes Vince’s smile and would most likely be teasing him.

“Break up with Harken, Jazz. I have a friend who is more attractive and kinder than Harken.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Harken laughed and immediately approached his girlfriend with a red face.

“My girlfriend is incapable of acting in such a manner towards me. right, Babe?” Harken inquired of his girlfriend, Jazz, who only smiled slightly.

Their teasing ended when the paparazzi rioted at the stadium’s entrance. Because there were many people in front of them, they stood up and looked at the door to see who would enter because security was present.

“Who is that?” None of Zachary’s words made Jarem turn his head because even he had no idea who would walk in.

“Perhaps, President of the Philippines, you see there is so much security surrounding even fly mosquitos will be difficult to get close to them,” Jarem said, shrugging.

Because they were seated far away from the racing track, when Zachary looked at the big monitor, he was astounded to see a woman dressed in a red racing suit. Even though he cannot see her entire face, Zachary’s heart is racing due to her body and posture.

He can’t be wrong because she’s his wife.

Damn!

When the car racer glanced at the monitor, he began to sweat profusely. Even though she was wearing oversized glasses and a hat that obscured her entire face, Zachary had the impression she was staring at him.

Samarra!

He thought to himself when she touched her hand. She was still fingering her heart, so the ring he had given her was visible.

“That, Zach…”

Before Vince finished speaking, he nodded because he had also noticed the ring the race car driver was wearing. They couldn’t be wrong because the wedding ring was made for a friend of Vince’s mother, Aunt Tanya.

When all the racers entered the car, Zachary was shocked to discover that the one Samarra was riding in was the first car he had customized from another country.

He was speechless and couldn’t stop the tears from falling from his eyes due to his various emotions because he had no idea that Samarra would be his first client. The person who believed in him encouraged him to pursue his dreams.

He remembers Samarra forced him to post it online with his customized design. Now, he knows his wife wants to help him.

Zachary felt Vince lightly tap his shoulder, possibly because he saw his tears.

I love you, wife. Thank you for everything. He said dumbly while looking at the monitor where his wife was leading the race. Zachary couldn’t count how many times he cried out to God when he saw Samarra’s ride being bumped by a participant.

Because the fight was close, Zachary held his breath as if it was happening in slow motion inside the racing track. Zachary no longer hears much of what the announcer is saying as he watches.

“Where are you going, Zach?” Jarem asked as he stood up and walked away from them.

“Let him be,” Vince said because he couldn’t answer Jarem and couldn’t stand watching Samarra race as if she were fighting death.

He immediately stopped at the stadium entrance, where the racers passed after leaving. He’ll be waiting for Samarra here; whether she wins or loses, he won’t let her race again.

The security guard stopped him immediately, but he was allowed to enter after he said his name and showed his ID. He noticed Jameson sitting contentedly.

“Jameson?” he asked of the man seated in front of the big TV.

Jameson looks at him as if he didn’t expect him to be there.

“Young Master,” he says.

He nodded and motioned for Jameson not to bow because he wasn’t paying and wasn’t his boss.

“Samarra?” he asked as he sat next to Jameson.

“She’s racing on the race track.”

“How long have you worked as Samarra’s bodyguard?”

He could see Jameson’s hesitation, but he still told him. He discovered that Samarra had been with him since he was a child.

He was jealous because Samarra had spent nearly half her life with Jameson. Then he became angry and annoyed with Jameson, the only person watching over his wife, who assured him that he only saw Samarra as a sister, so he was ashamed of what he had done.

“I’m sorry I was jealous last time,” he admitted to Jameson, who nodded as if he understood.

He and Jameson heard shouting and screaming that someone had won, but Zachary couldn’t go outside to find out, so he just sat in his chair.

“Love!”

After hearing a loud call, Zachary turned around, quickly stood up, and walked to meet the woman he loved.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Samarra smiled as their lips parted.

“Ms. Oh?” he asked, his brows meeting when he saw the racing suit she was wearing.

Samarra looked hot in her red racing suit, and her curve was visible.

“Love, let’s go,” he bragged to Samarra, who clung to him immediately.

His love for Samarra is an incurable disease that worsens over time.