Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 314

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 vroomed 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.