YM778.TV Chapter 73 Han's Second Racetrack
Luca\'s body jolted slightly as the car\'s tires rolled over a narrow road bump. Meanwhile, the radio\'s volume suddenly seemed louder as the announcer transitioned to a segment on top-tier sports, delving into the thrilling motorsports scene of the century. As Luca had anticipated, the announcer soon began discussing the ongoing championship, offering a detailed review of the latest Grand Prix in Azerbaijan and breaking down results from both divisions.
Ansel cursed under his breath almost immediately upon hearing the segment. Without hesitation, he removed one hand from the wheel to quickly switch off the radio, restoring the car to its tranquil silence. Luca acted as if he hadn\'t noticed, keeping his gaze fixed outside the window. The view outside swirled as the car smoothly entered a roundabout and then began ascending a hill.
They soon entered Charlottenburg, an upscale neighborhood with quiet, tree-lined streets and homes that exuded charm and affluence. The houses boasted elegant balconies, well-maintained gardens, and architectural designs that seamlessly blended natural aesthetics with modern luxury. From his seat, Luca could tell that these homes were worth thousands of dollars each, their tasteful designs exuding comfort and sophistication.
After a brief ride through the serene neighborhood, Ansel pulled up in front of a striking house that combined brick and glass in its modern design. Its large windows bathed the interiors in soft, late-afternoon light, while a manicured lawn and neatly framed pathways welcomed visitors with a sense of refinement.
"Beautiful house," Luca remarked as he stepped out of the car once Ansel turned off the engine. He lingered for a moment, taking in the home\'s aesthetic, already envisioning his future house resembling something similar.
"Thank you," Ansel replied with a nod before leaning into the backseat to retrieve his large bag. Straightening up, he tapped a button on his key to lock the car.
Beep beep went the KIA.
"It\'s been two years since I got it," Ansel said, leading the way to the doorstep, where vibrant flower beds framed the walkway in bursts of color. At the stylish wooden front door, he gave a firm but casual knock.
The door swung open a few moments later to reveal a slender brunette with wide lips and a pointed nose. Luca instantly recognized her—Laura, Ansel\'s fiancée. Her gaze flitted between the two men before she offered a slightly nervous but warm "hello" and stepped forward to embrace Ansel.
Ansel dropped his bag to return her hug, holding her close. Their embrace ended with a firm kiss, one that left Luca standing humbly to the side.
"Laura, I\'m sure Luca isn\'t a stranger to you," Ansel said, gesturing toward him.
"Oh, of course not," Laura replied, extending her hand for a polite shake, which Luca accepted with a slight nod. "I remember him well. Please, come in! I made pasta salad," she added cheerfully, ushering the men inside.
Ansel motioned for Luca to step in first, while Laura led them into a grand living room. The space was inviting yet refined, illuminated by large floor-to-celieng windows that accentuated the bright white walls. A few artworks and personal photos adorned the space, including snapshots of Ansel and Laura together. Among the frames, Luca also noticed unfamiliar faces, likely Ansel\'s family members.
Truthfully, he had no idea Ansel had a loving part of himself to cultivate such a warm welcoming place. Watching the ease between Ansel and Laura, Luca couldn\'t help but think they made an ideal pair. Their shared energy radiated harmony, as though their future together was already written in stone.
The sound of cartoons crept into Luca\'s awareness. He looked in the direction of the TV, where a popular cartoon, SpongeBob SquarePants, was rolling brightly with a loud volume. The plaited head of a young girl poked above the couch that directly faced the TV, her attention clearly undivided and fixed on the pink starfish that was being displayed.
Luca\'s brow lifted in surprise, his thoughts racing. He glanced briefly at Ansel and Laura, now chatting quietly near the dining table, before looking back at the girl.
Love sure manifests in unexpected ways, he mused, surprised Ansel had never mentioned the ultimate product of love already gracing his home.
"Uncle!" the girl suddenly shrieked, leaping up from the couch to face them. Her bright eyes sparkled as she grinned, finally acknowledging the newcomers.
Uncle?
Luca watched the little girl weave expertly through the glamorous furniture before crashing into Ansel, who knelt to wrap her in a warm embrace.
Judging by her size and demeanor, Luca placed her age at around six, which made him wonder exactly how long Ansel and Laura had been together. But she had said "Uncle," hadn\'t she?
Clearing his throat, Luca observed the playful interaction. Ansel had scooped her up, tossing her lightly before holding her close again. "She\'s your niece?" Luca asked. Enjoy new stories from empire
An amused smile spread across Laura\'s face as she stepped toward the doorway, though Luca\'s question stopped her mid-stride. "Did you think she\'s our child?" she asked with a soft chuckle.
"Who wouldn\'t? I mean..."
"No," the couple replied in unison. Ansel set the girl back down gently and motioned toward her. "She\'s my sister\'s daughter. Her name\'s Emma. Emma, this is Mr. Luca Rennick," he introduced warmly.
Luca raised a brow, crouching slightly to her level. "You can just call me Luca, dear."
"Why\'re you standing, mate? Grab a seat," Ansel said, gesturing to the room\'s plush furnishings as Laura disappeared toward the kitchen to prepare the pasta salad. "I\'ll put Emma to bed. Bet she hasn\'t slept a wink today."
"No! I don\'t wanna sleep!" Emma protested, but Ansel had no patience for negotiations. He scooped her up easily, ignoring her brief squirming until she finally gave up, resting her head against his shoulder. Luca watched as they disappeared upstairs.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Now alone in the living room, Luca wandered to the couch, where an orange tabby cat dozed peacefully. He chose a seat near the edge and let his eyes drift back to the TV, where a fresh episode of the cartoon was starting.
For a moment, he let himself be entertained by the cartoon\'s bright colors and whimsical antics. When Ansel returned, he carried two cups and a couple of stout bottles, placing them on the coffee table.
Ansel sank into the couch and sighed, clearly spent. "Emma\'s six, by the way," he began, confirming Luca\'s earlier guess. Over the next few minutes, he shared Emma\'s story about how her father had passed away from cardiac arrest, leaving her mother to manage the household alone. Her work had taken her overseas, forcing her to entrust Emma to Ansel and Laura while they prepared for their own future together.
Before Luca could respond, Laura reappeared with bowls of pasta salad. As she set them down, Ansel leaned forward, grabbing a PlayStation controller from the entertainment console and tossing another one to Luca.
"Five rounds," Ansel said, smirking as he booted up the console. "Loser runs ten extra laps tomorrow."
Luca grinned wildly, sitting up and adjusting himself. The controller did not feel foreign in his grasp at all. Playing videogames was his schtick, and he bet Ansel was a novice. "Very well, you\'re on then," he replied.