"Frédéric, i dont care." He repeats.

Charles is fighting about 15 minutes with the Ferrari chef, Frédéric Vasseur, to put you in the Paddock.

Frédéric Vasseur wasn't really a fan of you, or relationships, or both.

"You will get distracted." He says simply, crossing his arms, getting immited by Charles.

"I don't care. She's my woman." He growls, looking at you as the camera shows you off in one of the bug screens.

"She's mine, and or you put her in that goddamn Paddock or you can replace me." He finally snaps, barking slightly, getting a eye roll from his manager.

"Fine, fine. But you lose this race.."

"I won't." He stops quickly, already getting you closer to him.

"How did you..even..?" Frédéric stumbles slightly in his words before sighed and leaving you two for a moment.

"Don't want anyone thinking my amazing girl can be flattered because I'm not on her side." He purs, spinning you by your waist and stealing a quick kiss from you.

"Don't need to get shy here, 'Kay? Feel free, there's new benches there, and some of the drivers family are there is you want to talk with them, water and the other stuff are in the other side." He guides, playing with a random streak of your hair.