Chapter 314 Excusable
Along the way, many people looked at her curiously. Some men even flirtatiously whistled at her. Lucia ignored
it and followed the receptionist to go forward. She was led to a semi-open rest area where she saw Jonathan.
In a black and golden racing suit, he was holding a helmet in his left hand. His hair was long, and his style was
vippie. Her attention was caught, and her heart tirlitened, Jonathan liappened to look over. The sinile on his
face froze the moment she was seen. He looked away, walked to the side, and sat down. His look was a bit
gloomy. Lucia saw the assistant and other stall inembers around him, but his agent was not there. She took a deep
breath, plucked up the courage to walk over, and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Black, long time no see!”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. A snort was liis only reply. Unperturbed, she went to his side and explained, "Mr.
Black, I didn't mean to stand you up. I was excusable.” No longer unresponsive, Jonathan lifted his chin."Excusable? I'd like to hear the reason.” Lucia said softly, "There was an engagement ceremony I had to attend, so I couldn't go to see you.” When the engagement ceremony was mentioned, his face changed slightly. After a while, he curled his lips and scoffed, "You mean the engagement between August and Jeanne?" Lucia stiffened and felt lost when the two names were meritioned. Even the look on her face subtly changed. A
few seconds later, she hummed lightly. Jonathan glanced at her, detected her dismay, and sneered, "Don't tell
me that you like August.”
Lucia looked up at him in surprise. Before she could respond, he snorted, "What's so great about him?" He was like asking Lucia and muttering to himself too. Following his words, he got up, picked up a red helmet,
and threw it to her. "It takes sincerity for me to forgive you. Apologies are pointless. Go for a ride with me.
You'll earn it if you can hold out.” Lucia looked down at the helmet and then at the man who was striding forward. She was a bit hesitant. Did he
want her to sit in his car and race with him?
She trotted to catch up and asked, "Mr. Black, about the endorsement..." Jonathan responded without looking back, "I'll consider it after you get my forgiveness.” Lucia's eyes flickered as she saw hope. Following a glance at the helmet, she quickened her pace. Jonathan walked fast on his long legs, and she could barely keep up. He stopped outside the track, looked back, and
sinirked, "Are you really in for the game?" Lucia curled her lips. "As long as you're willing to forgive me." Jonathan chuckled, put on the helmet, and smirked, "Let's hope you won't regret it." A gust of wind whistled by, drowning out his voice. Lucia didn't liear him clearly. She asked, "What were you saying?”
"Nothing." The amusement grew stronger in his eyes. Then he strode toward a big, fabulous car and got in.
This statuesque man had the figure of a model. llis stylish racing suit set off his perfect frame. Lucia was amazed till he looked back at her and said, "Get in." "Okay." She snapped back, quickly put on her helmet, and went to the car. She was a layman of racing cars, but this beast was glimmering with coldness. She could tell that it was priceless. In a clumsy way, she got in the car.
Before she could sit still, the man reminded hier from the front, "Hold fast and don't cry." Lucia smiled, "Don’t worry, I'in a brave girl." As long as Jonathan agreed to endorse Redeur, no difficulties would deter her. Seven or eight cars beside them
liad gotten ready. There was a pretty girl in every car. Lucia gasped and somehow felt nervous. Following a bang, the car vioomed and darted out like bullets. She felt the air vigorously pushing her
backward. By sheer instinct, she extended her arms till they wrapped around Jonathan's waist. The whistle of the wind mixed with the roar of the engine. She could only hear a muffled sound coming from outside the thick
helmet. Lucia clutched Jonathan's waist, not daring to loosen her grip even for a second. She gritted her teeth and shut
her eyes. Her body tilted as the car made turns. Now she felt the thrill from the breakneck speed. In the next
turn, she couldn't help crying out. The wind filled her mouth, and her throat felt dry. Jonathan heard the scream from behind him. The corner of his mouth curved up, and a flicker of cunningness flashed across his eyes. He deliberately inade the car tilt at greater angles at several turns so that she would
fully feel the speed and passion. The woman, who had just sworn that she would not be scared, was broken. At
that moment, she admitted her fear. He had one thousand ways up his sleeve to jest with her. Lucia's eyes were tightly shut. Her arms wrapped around the man so forcefully as if she wanted to be a part of
him. After a lap, her head was spinning dizzily. The car slowly decelerated at the end of the track and soon
came to a stop. she sat dully at the back, still feeling dizzy. Her arms wouldn't move away from Jonathan's
waist, nor was she willing to open her eyes. “Time to let go." Jonathan cleared his throat. During the race, her hands were like glued to his body, and now she was still unwilling to let go of him. Lucia's ears were buzzing. She realized hier improper behavior and let
go
Her stomach churned the moment she got out of the car. As soon as her feet landed on the ground, her head
spun and her throat tightened. In a hurry, she took off her helmet and bent down to retch. Jonathan wrinkled his brows, stepped back, gracefully took off his helmet, and looked on. Lucia vomited her bile out, and then a slender hand reached over with a bottle of water. The cap had been
removed. She took it, rinsed her mouth, and felt better. She raised her head and saw Jonathan standing there
with his arms folded on his chest. His eyes were filled with interest. Lucia took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with tears. "Is this good enough?" She was implying that he should forgive her for the sake of her suffering,
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