Petrol in his Veins // Charles Leclerc

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Iiiiiits Race Week again :D but somehow it doesn't really feel like Race Week, or is it just me?

But the new Paddock in Qatar looks amazing! Who will be on the Podium on Sunday? What you think?

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The yacht gently rocked on the waves of the Mediterranean, with the sun glittering on the horizon, illuminating the water with a thousand sparkling reflections. The relaxed ambiance on the yacht was the perfect contrast to the intense and often stressful weeks that Charles had endured.

As he stood at the bow, feeling the fresh sea breeze on his face, he felt all the tension from recent times melt away. The sounds of the water and the laughter of his friends in the background were music to his ears.

Jolie stepped beside him, wrapping an arm around him. "It's nice to see you like this," she said, gazing out at the sea. "You mean relaxed and not in a racing suit or complaining?" he joked. She giggled, "Yes, that too. But I mean seeing you happy and content with yourself."

In the distance, Pierre and Kika were playing with a ball, their laughter and shouts echoing over the water. Charles smiled. "You know, the visit to Zandvoort really helped. It was tough not being on the track, but it also showed me how much I miss the racing world." Jolie nodded. "I think it was an important step for you. And who knows, maybe you'll be back behind the wheel in Abu Dhabi." Charles's face lit up. "The idea of racing in Abu Dhabi gives me so much motivation. I know it won't be easy, but I want to try." Recently, Charles's doctor had hinted that a potential comeback in Abu Dhabi was possible, and since then, Charles was more than eager.

The two returned to their friends and spent the day laughing, swimming, and sunbathing. As the sun slowly set, painting the sky in splendid shades of pink and orange, they all sat together and enjoyed a dinner on the deck.

It was one of those moments when you savor life to the fullest, appreciating the little things and reminding yourself of what truly matters. It was a break from the hustle and challenges of life, a moment of peace and joy.

As night fell and the sky was studded with stars, Charles sat at the stern of the yacht, with the gentle murmuring of the sea in the background. He felt grateful - for the support, the love, and the second chance life had given him. He knew he was ready to get back into the cockpit and do what he loved most.

The sun was high in the sky over Monte Carlo as Jolie and Paola strolled through the magnificent passage of the Metropole. In each hand, Jolie carried a bag from luxury designers. Paola, with her impeccable sense of fashion, had assisted her in selecting the finest pieces.

"You know I've really missed you, right?" Paola turned to Jolie, her smile reaching her eyes. Jolie nodded. "I know. It feels like an eternity since I was last at my apartment in Nice. Since the accident, I've pretty much been with Charles non-stop." Paola wrapped an arm around Jolie. "I understand. But you need to think about yourself too. It's important to take a break now and then." Jolie sighed. "I know. It's just hard. Charles was in such a state, and I just wanted to be there for him." The two women settled on a bench overlooking the harbor. "How is he now?" asked Paola. Jolie gave a faint smile. "Better. But it's going to be a while before he's completely back to his old self." Paola nodded. "I can imagine how hard it's been for both of you, especially since your relationship is relatively new and your honeymoon phase was overshadowed by all this. Kudos to you for sticking it out." Jolie smiled. "Yeah, it's been really tough. There were moments, especially after his physio in the beginning when he was in such a bad mood, where I wondered if I could handle it. But then I'd look at him and remember what an incredible man he is, just going through a really rough patch. I believe if I had left because it became too challenging, I'd regret it for the rest of my life. I mean, look at him. My boyfriend is Charles Leclerc." Jolie chuckled, and Paola laughed, "Ok ok, I get the point."