Chapter 74 Bumper Brawl
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Eventually, when Freya realized people were deliberately ramming into her, she tried to dodge them. Sure, getting hit was part of the fun, but getting slammed around nonstop started to feel more irritating than entertaining. Her car could barely stay steady for a second.
Aiden genuinely wanted to help her, but he could barely control his own car, let alone rescue someone else. Every time he tried to get close, he’d get knocked askew by other cars and veer off somewhere random. Desperately spinning his steering wheel, he only seemed to end up farther and farther from Freya.
Everyone was just here to have fun, and Freya didn’t want to ruin the mood with a sour face. She gave up on dodging and resigned herself to being a moving target.
But then the constant barrage suddenly eased. When she glanced around, she saw Louis had pulled up beside her and was bumping away the cars surrounding her. His interference drew everyone’s attention, and soon they were all excitedly chasing after him instead. Just like that, Louis had shifted the chaos away from her and given her some breathing room.
Louis was amazing!
Freya practically wanted to kneel in gratitude. No matter how clichéd it sounded, the “hero saves the damsel” routine still worked every time–it always stirred something in a woman’s heart. If this were a game, you’d probably see Freya’s affection points for Louis skyrocketing. She silently vowed to cook him something delicious as a thank–you gift.
Eventually, the bumper car session ended. At the attendant’s call, Freya steered her car to the side and got out as fast as she could, not lingering for even a second. This thing? She never wanted to ride it again for the rest of her life!
Aiden stomped over, fuming, and immediately grabbed Freya’s hand to complain:
“Those people had zero manners! They didn’t even know us but just kept ramming into us over and over. And they weren’t even gentle about it! I’ve got a headache from all the hits. I tried to come save you, but every time I got close, someone smashed into me, knocked me off track. Then a whole bunch of little kids started ramming into me too–ugh! I was spinning out of control!”
Freya, not wanting to feed into his frustration, tried her best to calm him down and reframe the whole experience more positively:
“It wasn’t that bad. It’s probably just because you’re too adorable. Like that little girl earlier–she just wanted to play with you because she liked you! Same with the kids in the bumper cars–they were just trying to have fun with you because they like you.”
“Then does that mean they were ramming into you because you’re pretty?” Aiden asked, glancing back and forth between Freya and Louis. “Hmm… well, you are pretty. But you really suck at driving. My uncle totally dodged that whole crowd of women. Oh! And he helped get you out of the mess too.”
Remembering Louis’s flawless performance, Aiden didn’t hesitate to grab his hand, full of admiration:
“Uncle, you’re awesome! Can you teach me how to do that? There were so many people trying to hit you, but none of them managed!”
“Uh… thanks,” Freya added sheepishly, turning to Louis.
Louis gave her a casual nod, clearly unfazed. Then he looked down at Aiden and said, utterly blunt:
“You’re too young, too short. You can’t even reach the gas or brake pedals properly. Don’t overthink it–just eat more and grow first”
