Chapter 32

Will's point of view

As we stepped outside, there was a gentle breeze blowing; ruffling our hair strands. I was holding the car keys when Louisa stopped walking and looked at me as if I had forgotten something.

"Can I have the car-keys?" she asked me, halting me on the sidewalk.

"Sure, " I replied, handing her the car keys.

I resumed walking with Louisa by my side on the lane at quite a brisk pace until we reached my car. I opened the door of the passenger seat and got into it.

I shut the door when Louisa got herself into the driver seat and wrapped her hands around the steering wheel. She turned on the ignition; the car-engine roaring to life.

After we hit the main road, my fingers hovered over the play button on Mozart's classical pieces I would listen to. Divine soothing music washed over us as soon as I pushed it. I turned sideways and looked at Louisa making a face which I found rather funny.

"Classical music is not my thing, " she said, shaking her head while looking straight ahead.

"Not your thing, " I repeated, still looking at her.

"I don't listen to this kind of music, " she answered, her face wearing a rather impassive expression.

"It kind of makes me…..,' she stuttered, unable to find the right word to describe how she felt about it.

"Makes you emotional?" I questioned, giving her a lop-sided grin which she noticed for a milli-second before she turned her attention to the road.

"Maybe, " she replied nonchalantly; shrugging her shoulders.

"It is probably because you are not used to listening to such antique pieces of music, " I explained, easily comprehending the reason behind her evident nonchalance about Mozart.

I started drumming my fingers on the black space before my seat with the soothing tune of the music. It kind of transported me to a place where there no worries of relentless business meetings and calls. One after another amazing composition started playing; making me hum and swaying my head to and fro.

After about thirty minutes, the place we were programmed to go came into our vision of periphery. Louisa turned off the ignition and pulled the car over onto the sidewalk. She had that ever contagious smile plastered across her face; bursting with excitement. She had no idea how I felt about it.

An immediate scowl took over my face when I saw that the ground was a horse racing track. There were several horses positioned in their stables; waiting to be made to race when the referee blew the whistle and waved the red flag.

Horse-racing competitions were not my thing. I hated them. I never actively set out to witness them in my entire life. Surprise marred my features because I allowed a female employee to bring me to see something I clearly disliked.