Natalie Vaughn looked at Quentin Donovan’s awkward and conflicted expression and finally realized that what he was about to say might indeed be quite important. She just didn’t understand what it had to do with Shannon Rhodes.
Wasn’t Shannon Rhodes Zane Thorne’s ex-girlfriend?
Natalie suddenly beca a bit more patient.
"Hmm, I saw her a few days ago, what’s up?"
"Is she... doing well?"
After saying this, Quentin’s face turned completely red. His green hair paired with his blushing face was as funny as it could get.
Although Natalie’s feelings for Quentin weren’t as deep as his were for her, they had grown up together after all, and she never joked when it ca to serious matters.
Quentin’s current state clearly showed he was troubled by love, but she didn’t expect the object of his affection to be Shannon Rhodes, her husband’s three-month-expiration-date ex-girlfriend.
Natalie worried there might be sothing more, so she asked.
"Are you sure you’re asking about Shannon Rhodes?"
Hearing this, Quentin’s initial nervousness dissipated by more than half, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
"My dear Miss Vaughn, have you gone deaf at such a young age?"
Now, Quentin didn’t feel awkward anymore. Since he had already brought it up, there was no point in being shy. That wasn’t his style.
"So tell , what do you an by asking how my husband’s ex-girlfriend is doing lately? What, do you like her?"
Quentin leaned back against the chair with his legs crossed.
"What, is it a cri to like her? So what if I do?"
Natalie’s eyebrows moved slightly, she took a sip of milk and shook her head.
"It’s not a cri, I’m just a bit surprised."
As Zane’s close friend, it must be tough watching the person you like constantly chase after Zane, with all her attention on him.
Thinking about this, Natalie’s gaze at Quentin suddenly softened with care.
Quentin was probably used to Natalie’s sharp tongue, so being looked at like that made him uncomfortable. He tugged at his green hair and shifted his crossed-legged position, but still felt like ants were crawling over him.
"Please, don’t look at like that. I only started liking her after they broke up."
So that’s how it was.
Natalie imdiately retracted her gaze and returned to her usual calm deanor.
Quentin thought she went back to indifference a bit too quickly.
"Look at you, changing so fast."
Natalie shrugged her shoulders.
"So you’re saying she still hasn’t completely moved on from Zane, and she’s ignoring your advances."
Quentin furrowed his eyebrows.
"What do you an ignoring my advances, I didn’t even confess."
It’s just that, at the ti, his actions made everyone think he was pursuing Shannon. But it was pointless, despite everything he did, Shannon didn’t pay him any attention. After that, Shannon went abroad, and he didn’t pursue it any further.
Recently, he heard Shannon was planning to return to develop her career, and his dormant feelings were stirred. He couldn’t say how much he liked her, probably just an obsession.
Hearing that Quentin still hadn’t confessed, Natalie was a bit surprised. With his character, he didn’t confess to soone he liked?
"She seed to be doing quite well, she even took the initiative to chat with that night. Honestly, if it weren’t for the awkward situation, I think we might really get along."
Upon hearing Natalie’s words, Quentin frowned deeply and thought for a while.
"So according to you, has she completely moved on from Zane?"
"I don’t know if she’s moved on or not."
After all, that night she still wanted to have a motorcycle race with Zane, and the next day at the mountaintop, Natalie didn’t see Shannon. If she guessed right, Shannon must have reached the top second.
Seeing her and Zane embracing must have been unbearable.
Quentin, lost in thought, instinctively took out a cigarette, but as soon as he put it in his mouth, he rembered Natalie disliked the sll and took it away.
"How do you tolerate Zane, the old smoker?"
"His smoke slls better."
Quentin looked at his cigarette and thought for a while about the cigarettes Zane smoked, then clicked his tongue.
"No taste."
His cigarette obviously had a better aroma, fresh and stimulating.
Natalie calmly added.
"Oh, and one more thing, he looks more handso when smoking."
Quentin: ...
Does that an he doesn’t look handso when smoking?
"Natalie, what kind of lousy taste is that? It’s seriously tasteless!"
Natalie just glanced at Quentin from top to bottom, especially focusing on his green hair for a long ti, then shook her head. She didn’t say anything, but it seed like she said it all.
Quentin: ...
All his monts of self-doubt ca in front of Natalie. Was he not handso? Wasn’t his green hair cool? Abroad, many hot girls wanted to have a night adult...play with him.
Quentin threw down his chopsticks.
"I can’t eat this al."
Natalie just finished her milk.
"Alright, then I’ll get on with my business."
"What business? Can’t you keep company?"
"Secret."
Quentin squinted slightly, feeling very suffocated at Natalie’s place today, he couldn’t let her get away with it.
So, under Quentin’s relentless and shaless insistence, Natalie had no choice but to take him to the place where she usually trained at night.
As always, Jay Sterling was waiting and stood up when he heard the sound.
"Nina, you’re here. Why so early today....."
Before he could finish, Jay saw Quentin beside Natalie.
"Nina, who’s this?"
Before he could finish asking, Jay’s head got ruffled.
"Kiddo, how long has it been, and you don’t recognize ?"
Hearing this voice, Jay beca familiar again.
"Oh, it’s Mr. Donovan! It’s been a while. You had silver hair before, how co you got green hair now? Fashionable, fashionable haha."
Despite saying that, Jay couldn’t help but internally criticize.
Having green hair in the dead of winter, only lit by street lamps at night, looked pretty spooky.
"Alright, you’re really brave, daring to promise teaching motorcycles to Natalie. What if sothing happens? Aren’t you afraid Zane will get you?"
Jay felt wronged. He was afraid, of course he was afraid. But did he dare to refuse Nina? He didn’t! What kind of woman was Nina? She’s the woman who could win Mr. Thorne’s heart! He didn’t dare to cross her.
Natalie kicked Quentin lightly.
"Why are you picking on Gia? Don’t you trust driving?"
Quentin chuckled to himself, indeed he didn’t trust her.
"Gia, why do you have such a cringy na?"
Natalie’s mouth twitched.
"Then should I call you Tanna?"
Quentin’s face changed imdiately, staring at Natalie with gritted teeth.
"Natalie, don’t call that."
Jay seed to have discovered a new world.
"Mr. Donovan, your nickna is Tanna."
Quentin smacked the back of his head.
"Don’t listen to her nonsense, go open the door."
So, Jay had no choice but to go open the door, sulking like a little underling.
Quentin took off his coat, wearing only a thin sweater vest, and glanced at Natalie.
"Let show you what I got."
"You can do it too?"
Quentin squinted slightly, but before he could speak, Natalie continued.
"Don’t tell you learned it because of Shannon."
Quentin: ...
"You can shut up now."
"Tsk tsk tsk, soone’s embarrassed and angry."
"Natalie, do you believe I’ll call Zane right now and tell him what you’re up to?"
Natalie: ...
"Also, I know what Zane likes very well. If you want to prepare a surprise, prepare well. Bribe , and I’ll teach you a personal trick of Zane’s."
Natalie was half skeptical, as if Quentin knew that ntioning Zane would get her attention.
"Think about it, don’t miss the opportunity."
Quentin, who was boasting at the mont, probably didn’t foresee that because of his bluff, he would be beaten up by Zane afterwards.
He regretted it greatly too.
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