IL PREDESTINATO | Charles Leclerc |

Chapter 32

Charles's POV

I jumped out of the car as soon as the engine died and Andrea passed me a bottle of water and my bracelets before I had to go for the interview.

I earned p2.

After the quick conversation with the reporter, Andrea approached me and passed me my phone. "Look at your phone" he said and I looked at him confused.

I opened my phone and saw a million notifications from all social media. People were tagging me in posts and tweets saying that I had to see this immediately.

I opened Instagram and a post of the gossip page of the paddock appeared. It was multiple photos of Christina, crying. On the caption they said that those pictures were taken right after our interaction and they were wondering if it had anything to do with it.

I started walking down the pitlane to the spot where I saw Christina earlier. She was talking with Pierre and the both of them didn't notice me coming.

I grabbed her arm and turned her around so she could face me. She was surprised and slightly scared by my actions.

"We need to talk!" I told her looking at her rather angry. I didn't know what I was feeling exactly. Just that I was overwhelmed.

"I don't think there's anything more to be said"  she replied matching my tone.

Of course she would never allow anyone to speak to her with that manner, not even me. And I loved that.

I said nothing in return. I just showed her my phone and the post that I had just seen. I wanted to know.

Where was she all this time?

Why did she break up with me?

Why did she disappear?

Why was she crying earlier?

Can I help her?

Can I win her over again?

She was speechless, especially when she saw that there was also a video. That was my reaction as well. Knowing that she was unwell because of me and I couldn't help her made me so mad at myself. 

"Talk. Now." I said and grabbed her hand so I could lead her towards the Ferrari motorhome where we could talk in peace without anyone interrupting us.

"Mate, what the hell?!" Pierre stopped me, freeing her from my grip. "First of all, don't grab her like that and second of all you're making a scene in front of too many people" he told me.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows because he was taking her side. Since when Pierre was so kind to her? He was my best friend but he was taking her side. The same Pierre that told me to move on and stop thinking about her.

But I soon realized that I had allowed my anger and confusion take the better of me and backed off.

"I'm sorry. Can we please talk?" I asked her with a weak voice and pleading eyes. 

I needed to talk to her.

I needed her.

She would have said yes. I could see it in your eyes that I had managed to break her defenses.

"Actually we were just saying how we needed to get ready." Pierre stated and I looked at him confused. Was she going out with him? Why would they both need to get ready? 

"For the dinner tonight, Charles. I hope you haven't forgotten" Pierre told me I nodded as i remembered our plans for tonight. "Right"

"Charles, are you coming?"