CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: ZANE THORNE, YOU JUST DON’T TRUST ME

The rain thoroughly soaked through her clothes, Natalie Vaughn’s body suddenly began to tremble, not knowing whether it was because of the cold, or because of what Zane Thorne said.

On this rainy night, the man’s tall, broad back sheltered her from the wind and rain, like a protective deity. Her teeth couldn’t help but chatter, starting to click against each other.

He didn’t respond to Zane Thorne’s proposal, instead, Felix Langdon stepped forward.

"If possible, I’d like to give it a try with you."

He wore a white shirt and gray trousers, a neat outfit, standing in the rain, his bangs soaked and almost covering his eyes. He just stared quietly at Zane Thorne.

Upon hearing this, Zane Thorne looked over, squinting his eyes. He knew this person. Entered the racing circle at 18, winning several championships over a four-year career.

"Alright."

After speaking, Zane Thorne glanced at the defiant person from before.

Good with words, but won’t amount to much.

Zane Thorne pulled Natalie Vaughn under the eaves, looking at her drenched clothes and frowned, reaching out to pat her head.

"Go inside and change your clothes."

Natalie Vaughn looked at him and shook her head stubbornly.

Zane Thorne’s eyes darkened a bit, but he didn’t persuade further, walking back into the rain.

The place lacked neither venue nor cars, the showdown between the two was about to begin.

Phoebe Quinn walked to Natalie Vaughn’s side, taking off his jacket and draping it over her.

"Nina, you were too reckless just now."

Natalie Vaughn’s lips trembled slightly, but she didn’t respond.

Too reckless? Is that why Zane Thorne yelled at her?

Zane Thorne still sat inside the car he drove in the afternoon, everyone else moved their cars aside, leaving space for the two.

The road wasn’t very long, the distance between the two cars about two hundred meters.

The engine roared in the rainy night, like the roar of a lurking leopard before striking.

Natalie Vaughn blinked, trying to focus on Zane Thorne, but what rang in her ears was the erratic beating of her heart.

Dean Dempsey took a flag, standing in the middle, under the headlights of the two cars, the silhouette of the rain was so clear.

Natalie Vaughn saw the flag fall, and the two cars suddenly shot out.

The sound of the pedal hitting the gas tore through the night sky, in just these brief seconds, delivering an extreme visual stimulus.

Seeing the two cars about to collide, Natalie Vaughn clenched her hands, her gaze focused on Zane Thorne’s car.

In an instant, the cars passed each other, the harsh screech of brakes sounded.

It was Felix Langdon who first veered away.

Zane Thorne had long predicted this outcome; he walked beside Natalie Vaughn.

"Reckless play, Mr. Thorne has never lost."

Natalie Vaughn let out a long breath, her body relaxed, but the pain in her stomach was unavoidable.

She didn’t understand the meaning of Zane Thorne suddenly saying this to her.

Zane Thorne smiled, slowly explaining to her.

"This kind of game, Mr. Thorne has played countless times before. To him, it’s nothing more than a trivial game."

Natalie Vaughn’s eyelashes trembled slightly, lifting her gaze at Zane Thorne, indicating for him to continue.

"Mr. Thorne holds his own life in his hands, but, sister-in-law, he can’t gamble with yours."

Natalie Vaughn understood; Zane Thorne was explaining for Zane Thorne.

"You don’t trust me either?"

Zane Thorne shook his head.

"It’s not that I don’t trust you, sister-in-law."

"Then what’s the reason?"

Zane Thorne didn’t say another word, as Zane Thorne was already walking over.

He exuded a sense of defiance, this reckless game for him was like a routine, he was arrogant, and he had the means to hold his life in his own hand.

Walking up to Natalie Vaughn, the man didn’t say a word, pulling her into the house.

Evidently planning to settle accounts afterward.

Natalie Vaughn didn’t resist, following him inside, but Zane Thorne’s strides were too large, she stumbled several times, breaking into a trot to keep up.

Zane Thorne pulled her into a rest room, letting go of her hand, both hands on his waist.

He spoke in a steady voice.

"Natalie Vaughn, do you know what you were doing just now?"

Natalie Vaughn pursed her lips, her stomach ached terribly, asking the question that Zane Thorne couldn’t answer for her.

"You don’t trust me?"

The man furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding why Natalie Vaughn was so hung up on this issue.

"Is this a matter of trust? Natalie Vaughn, you are joking with your life."

Impatience bubbled up in Zane Thorne’s heart again; he didn’t pay attention to the words those people said.

Natalie Vaughn bit her lip tightly, continuing to ask.

"Do you or do you not trust me?"

Zane Thorne felt a wave of annoyance, looking at Natalie Vaughn, stuck.

She got him all worked up.

This person was as stubborn as a mule.

Natalie Vaughn just stood there, staring at Zane Thorne, motionless, determined to get an answer. Those eyes, after being washed by the rain, were dark, wet, and bright, like a torch, wanting to see the deepest part of his heart.

Zane Thorne pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, flexing his fingers to knock against his forehead.

"You have to get a clear answer?"

Natalie Vaughn didn’t speak, clearly wanting an answer.

"I don’t trust you."

What was he supposed to trust on? Her mediocre driving skills, or her courage?

Natalie Vaughn blinked; she had known this answer for a long time, yet it’s still inevitable for sadness to follow hearing it. She dared to say it, naturally feeling confident.

Silence permeated the rest room.

Zane Thorne looked at Natalie Vaughn’s wan little face, his brow furrowing deeper. He took big strides out, soon returning, holding a towel.

He stood in front of Natalie Vaughn, draping the towel over her head, gently drying her soaked hair, this time being careful not to brush against her forehead, but his movements remained stiff.

Zane Thorne still wanted to talk about Natalie Vaughn’s recklessness, but her bowed, silent appearance kept emerging in his mind, making him unable to open his mouth.

Even stubborn mules can arouse sympathy.

Finally, it was Natalie Vaughn who broke the silence.

"I’m good at physics."

Zane Thorne paused his movements, looking down at her.

Natalie Vaughn looked up, staring at the man.

"When your car hits 315 kilometers per hour, given the road is 500 meters, factoring in acceleration timing, calculating when to brake is simple."

Zane Thorne took down the towel.

Natalie Vaughn smirked slightly, but her eyes showed no hint of laughter.

"So I was confident, I wasn’t joking with my life; I cherish my life dearly. Zane Thorne, you simply don’t trust me."

If he trusted her, he would know she wasn’t messing around; if he trusted her, he wouldn’t be yelling at her.

Natalie Vaughn stepped back, shrugging her shoulders.

"Then I’ll just consider it meddling."

She must’ve been muddled to think of helping Zane Thorne vent.

After speaking, Natalie Vaughn turned to leave, but the heavy pain in her stomach caused her to stumble.

Zane Thorne immediately stepped forward to support her, frowning as he looked at Natalie Vaughn’s terribly pale face.

"What’s going on?"

Indeed she wasn’t just lightly drenched.

Natalie Vaughn’s lips trembled slightly, her hands instinctively covering her stomach.

Drenched in the chilly autumn rain, not only did her physiological cycle arrive ahead of schedule, but the stomach pain was unprecedentedly severe.

Zane Thorne noticed her movements, his gaze pausing briefly before bending down to pick her up.