Natalie Vaughn furrowed her brows. She didn't understand why so many people were asking her this question. James Vaughn did, Phoebe Quinn did, and now Felix Langdon too.
From her perspective, she was simply curious about Zane Thorne, curious about why someone like him would retire at his peak and leave the arena he loved.
But others didn't seem to think that way.
So she asked back.
"What is your definition of like?"
Felix Langdon's eyes flickered. What is like? What is love? Who can provide an answer? He didn't know. But for that so-called like, for that so-called love, he was covered in scars.
Even now, he's still trapped in a cage.
He couldn't break free, so he entangled, making it impossible for the other person to escape.
Felix Langdon curled his lips but didn't continue to press further. In his view, Natalie Vaughn had already started to fall in, she just didn't know it, or maybe, she just wouldn't admit it.
Finally, Felix Langdon gave Natalie Vaughn a name.
