Chapter 10

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Did I overreact, yes. Was it still justified, yes. So I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? Once again, I was racking my brains far too much. The race in Melbourne had been over for three days and I was back at home. Mainly to get away from all the hustle and bustle. I would have expected it to take a long time for the press to show me again, but I was wrong.

New rumours started about me and the driver, but I didn't know whether they were positive or negative. If I'm honest, I didn't comment on it either. I mean, it wasn't me who hadn't been paying attention. Okay, it wasn't either of our faults in Monte Carlo, but it wasn't my fault that it happened in front of the café or in the paddock. 

I was just about to leave my flat. I really needed to clear my head. I closed the front door and was about to leave when an all-too-familiar McLaren pulled into the car park. Norris was leaning in front and looked at me with a grin. "What are you doing here?," I asked him in shock as I walked towards him.

"I could ask you the same thing. Do you want to go back into town?," he said, seeming to scan me. I didn't look that special. "No, I just wanted to stretch my legs! What the hell are you doing here! The media don't know where I live but they will soon if you don't get out of here!," I said annoyed and wanted to walk past him, but the Brit had other plans. He grabbed my left hand and held me tightly.

"I wrote to you on Insta," he said and I looked at him, confused. "And that's why you came here? Because I didn't reply again? If you want to know, I have my notifications off there," I said sourly, but Lando just looked at me seriously. Defeated, I gave in and took out my mobile phone, where I immediately looked at the messages and clicked on Lando's profile. 

"Do you have time? We really need to talk," I read out loud and looked at the Brit questioningly. "I'm serious Eliza? Can we talk?," he asked me pleadingly and I gave in. "Fine, you've got half an hour," I grumbled and

 made my way back to my flat. Lando followed me obediently and didn't say a word.

When I got upstairs, I took my jacket off again and put it on my chest of drawers as I looked at Lando waiting for me. "Sit on the sofa, do you want something to drink?," I asked him and he offered water. So I got two glasses of water from my cabinet, filled them with water and then went back into my living room where Lando had already taken a seat. "You've already set it up here," he said as he accepted the glass. "Thank you. My mum helped me a bit," I said and sat down opposite him.

"What do you want to talk about? Don't you have to prepare for Japan?," I asked him, but he just nodded. "That too, but I want to get it sorted out," he said and I sighed. "The argument in Monte Carlo and the one in Melbourne? I don't want to talk about it Lando," I said, annoyed. But that wasn't what he wanted to talk about. You could see it in his eyes when he looked at me.

"It's much more about that," he said hesitantly and handed me his mobile phone. I picked it up and saw that he had googled his name. What was that about now? I realised that it was mainly about the two of us. It was still nothing new for me. I already knew the pictures. "Please just read through the new articles," he asked me and I opened the first one. 


"New face in the F1 paddock,There has been speculation for weeks about Lando Norris' new lady. Fans of the Briton thought they saw Portuguese model Magui at his side at the tennis match in Monta Carlo, but instead of her, they found newcomer Eliza Davies, who is just twenty years old. According to insiders, the two met at the event a few days earlier. Days later they were found leaving a café and seemed to be very familiar with each other. The fact that Eliza is a real F1 fan can no longer be kept secret. She has been watching every race with her father since she was a little girl, so it's no wonder she was seen in the paddock at the Melbourne Grand Prix alongside Norris, who also appeared to be supporting him. So far neither of them have commented."

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