After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic

Chapter 948: Drag Racing to Prove I’m a Rich Second Generation

"Who knows, maybe when he sees I’m ugly, he’ll just back out on his own? It would save a lot of trouble; I wouldn’t have to offend my uncle, and my mom wouldn’t struggle when visiting family. Everyone wins!"Zoe Lewis admired her ability to heal and mock herself; in this regard, she truly was someone who could see things clearly.

Rarely, he praised her, "You’re not ugly."

He praised so subtly that Zoe didn’t realize he was complimenting her at all; she glared at him, "Right, you’re not ugly either."

He chuckled lightly. Whenever he gave a little ground, she’d immediately climb over him; when he was fierce, she grew timid, shrank herself back, didn’t dare confront him, and was quite adept at reading faces.

It was the first time Zoe saw him laugh, and she was dumbstruck watching his profile.

Oh my God, he’s really good-looking!

When he laughed, it was like ice and snow melting, revealing a touch of gentleness and warmth that could dispel all the gloom in her heart.

No wonder he rarely smiled; did he know that his smile was overwhelmingly powerful, with too many girls falling for him, leaving him endlessly entangled?

Suddenly, he spoke softly, "Hold on tight."

"Huh? Ah!!"

Zoe screamed, clutching the car door tightly, shouting at him, "Drive slower!"

In a good mood, he replied, "That’s not how they show it in TV dramas."

Sitting in the sports car, Zoe watched as the Lamborghini zigzagged through traffic, moving as fast as lightning, nearly brushing against other cars, with the engine roaring joyfully and loudly; she turned pale.

This was way too thrilling!

Left-Hong, so calm and composed, surprisingly had such a thrill-seeking side!

It usually took over half an hour to get to her uncle’s house, but they arrived in just twenty minutes.

When the car stopped in front of her uncle’s small villa, Zoe felt like her soul hadn’t caught up, left behind on some other street.

However, he was in great shape; he even got out, walked to her side, and opened the door for her, "We’re here. Why aren’t you getting out? Want to race again?"

"No!"

Zoe shouted with a pale face, lifted her foot to get out but, frightened, her legs went weak, and she started to fall to the ground.

He instinctively reached to support her, and her soft body rushed into his arms, jolting him completely.

To stabilize her, preventing her fall to the ground, he circled her waist with his arm, looked at her now bloodless face, and asked softly, "Scared?"

Zoe looked up at him with a tearful face, "Do you hate me too much and want to crash to kill me?"

"No."

She didn’t know if his answer meant he didn’t hate her or didn’t want to kill her, but she couldn’t care less; she still had to ride in his car on the way back, so she quickly pleaded, "Could you drive slower? My heart isn’t great, and if you drive so fast, my heart might jump out."

"Isn’t that how they show it in TV dramas? Young heirs driving crazily on the highway showing off coolness and arrogance."

Zoe nearly cried, "I’m sorry, I won’t mention TV dramas again, let’s stop acting, alright?"

"Okay, I was planning to race back."

"Please don’t! Life isn’t a TV drama; staying alive is what’s important. You’re already really cool, you don’t need to prove it by racing!"