Zane Thorne stared at Natalie Vaughn for a long time, discerned the seriousness in her eyes, saw the determination, and also noticed the provocation.
Those bright eyes, even though Zane knew she was deliberately testing his limits, he couldn't find himself disliking that gaze.
Zane eventually took out a cigarette and lit it.
He didn't answer immediately, nor did Natalie rush him.
One puff, another puff, he smoked urgently and fiercely, finishing the cigarette in just three drags.
Out of place, Natalie thought: Zane must have great lung capacity, kissing him must feel pretty good.
Zane lit another cigarette, but this time he wasn't in a hurry, leisurely inhaling and exhaling the smoke.
The wind seemed to be lazy at the moment, the smoke dispersing slowly.
He looked at Natalie through the smoke and finally nodded.
Natalie laughed, laughed openly, laughed wantonly.
Who would have thought that the person to get Cinnabar's racing legend back into a car would be her?
