From Poor Boy To CEO: We Fall In Love Again

Kate arrived, but she was accompanied by Vincent.

She was as stunning as ever, the kind of beauty that drew every man's gaze like a magnet.

I was no exception.

When Kate saw me on the track, her beautiful eyes widened with surprise.

Strangely, though, I felt an unexpected calm inside.

I thought, "I know her well, but does she really understand me?

Does she grasp that I am this wild, stubborn, and impulsive person?"

I didn't linger on her face; it seemed to unsettle her.

But I didn't turn back.

The starting gun fired, and I took off like an arrow from a bow, leaving Vincent far behind.

Rebecca had told me that Vincent was the favorite to win, but I just smirked.

The record I set ten years ago still stood unbroken.

Vincent and I charged towards the finish line, neck and neck.

I braked in time, but Vincent came speeding at me full throttle.

What a lunatic.

After a deafening crash, I felt a searing pain. The crowd gasped and screamed around me.

My vision blurred with blood, but I fought to open my eyes, searching for her.

Finally, I saw her by the side—Kate, holding Vincent's hand, her face etched with worry.

At that moment, I remembered her sitting by my bedside when I was sick, holding my hand and saying, "If we hold on tightly, I can share my health with you, and you'll get better sooner."

That was the young Kate, the one who loved me.

But where did she go?

No matter how hard I tried to find her now, she seemed to have vanished.

I thought, "Heaven, if you can hear me, please bring her back."