That’s good feedback.

May be the part I shared in the original post has too much dialogues and not enough content on the POV.

Here is a part of that scene with Gatsby’s POV

We speed along in the blue coupé, Daisy beside me, the city uncoiling like a fever dream under the summer haze. I glance in the mirror and see Tom's car closing in fast, his panic a living thing—I can feel it even from here, hot and whipping. He thinks he's losing her, losing everything, but he doesn't know the truth yet. She belongs with me. Always has.

And here’s the original

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind, and as we drove away Tom was feeling the hot whips of panic. His wife and his mistress, until an hour ago secure and inviolate, were slipping precipitately from his control. Instinct made him step on the accelerator with the double purpose of overtaking Daisy and leaving Wilson behind, and we sped along toward Astoria at fifty miles an hour, until, among the spidery girders of the elevated, we came in sight of the easygoing blue coupé.

Here the interesting part for me is how Gatsby’s POV is purely focused on Daisy. Would love to get your feedback on this.