Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 182: Zane Thorne, You Can’t Fucking Die
Zane Thorne saw Gideon Sheffield’s actions, his hands still outspread, his expression unchanged, and he made no defensive move.
At the moment when Gideon Sheffield suddenly pushed, seeing the lack of fluctuation in Zane’s eyes, he became very clear-headed. Just as Zane was about to fall, unable to maintain his balance, Gideon grabbed fiercely onto Zane’s clothes. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
But his legs were broken, the snow was slippery, and the wheelchair couldn’t stay put, he couldn’t exert any strength. Zane’s hands were still outspread without making any self-saving gestures.
Gideon widened his eyes with a fierce glare, his neck turning red, veins bulging.
"Grab hold of me, quick."
"What am I supposed to do if you die?"
"Weren’t you supposed to let me keep hating you?"
"Zane, you damn well can’t die."
"Hurry up and grab me!"
But Zane just curled his lips, still not making any move. He watched as Gideon’s eyes filled up with his image again, feeling momentarily despondent.
The pain of these five years seemed to be answered by the heavens at this moment.
No one knew how he felt watching helplessly as his brother got into an accident during the race, questioning himself countless times why he was so careless, having eaten something with stimulants before the race.
If only he had been more cautious, if it had been him going to the race, would things have turned out differently?
Gideon retired perfectly, gaining success and fame, marrying the woman he loved, having a perfect family.
But there’s no ’what if’.
Five years ago, he was like a walking corpse, unwilling to touch racing again, void of passion and love, life seemed as bland as water.
Were it not for Gideon, wanting him to live well, he wouldn’t know how to get through these five years.
Now, finally, there was himself in Gideon’s eyes again.
Zane’s eyebrows moved slightly, the long eyelashes covered in white snow. He remembered those days training with Gideon, the thrill of racing together, recalling that it was because of competing with Gideon that he stepped onto this racing path.
A love deep and profound.
In a big sense, Gideon was like the guide who opened the door to his racing path, also the best partner, the best rival.
It’s not something that can just be described with being brothers.
Zane smiled, seeing Gideon roar at him, seeing the fear and panic in his eyes, the weight of these five years seemed to suddenly lighten a lot.
His mind wandering, floods of images emerged in Zane’s mind, about racing, about Gideon, about youthful reckless days, completely forgetting his current plight. He couldn’t hear external sounds, couldn’t hear Gideon’s roars.
The outside world was blank, silent.
Gideon was almost losing his grip on Zane, a great fear swelling up in his heart.
No, Zane couldn’t die. How could he let Zane die, how could he push his own brother down with his own hands?
"Zane, get a grip, aren’t you married? Don’t you really like your wife?"
"She even mentioned on Weibo that you’re chasing her, how bullying girls is giving roses?"
"Nina, right, her name is Nina, could you face Nina if you died?"
Hearing Nina Vaughn’s name, the absent-minded Zane was suddenly pulled back into the real world.
The silent scenes in his mind transformed one by one into audible, colorful scenes.
"I think you look damn cool while smoking."
"I used to be a school bully!"
"Your muscles are really nice to squeeze!"
"What are you barking about? I’ll race against you."
"Zane, do you trust me?"
"I just like the title of Mrs. Thorne."
"Dear husband, love-soup you cooked for me!"
"Zane, are you jealous?"
"It hurts a lot, really hurts, will you blow on it for me?"
"Husband, you’re so good!"
"Zane, I won’t let this go with you!"
"Husband, I miss you so much I can’t sleep."
"Zane, I really love snowy days, let’s find a time to watch the snow together."
"..."
Zane’s expression became stern, his eyes refocused. When Gideon was finally unable to hold on, he finally moved, grabbing onto the railing with his hands, hooking his legs, using his waist and abdomen force, and effortlessly standing back on the rooftop.
Steady and secure.
He now has Natalie Vaughn, he can’t die, he still wants to pursue his little girl, he still wants to fall in love with his little girl, he still wants to take his little girl to see the snow together.
Zane lowered his eyes to look at Gideon, who had fallen back to the ground, exhausted.
"Why did you save me?"
Gideon panted heavily, saying nothing, refusing to look at Zane.
Zane wasn’t thinking of getting an answer from Gideon, seeing that he had this thought was enough.
At least, it showed that what he had done these past five years hadn’t been in vain.
"I still have Nina, I can’t die, what about you? Because of a Vera, have you forgotten your parents back home?"
Gideon’s pupils suddenly contracted.
Zane’s hands beside his legs slightly curled.
"These five years haven’t been easy for the two elders."
Every New Year, he would especially go to visit the two elders, but somehow they heard that it was supposed to be him attending that race, blaming him for causing their son to end up like this, so every time he went, he’d be shut out.
He didn’t mind, so it didn’t matter.
But they were Gideon’s parents, he couldn’t not care. So over these five years, every holiday, Zane would send things over and regularly inform the two elders about Gideon’s situation.
"They wanted to come see you, but I didn’t let them, afraid the elders wouldn’t handle it."
"Originally planned to bring you back to the country once your condition stabilized, then bring the elders over."
Gideon suddenly started to cry, covering his face with his hands, crying heart-wrenchingly.
Zane said no more, this was enough. He knew Gideon was a filial son, when Gideon’s parents were building a new house back then, Zane even followed over to help for a few days.
Gideon’s father and mother were also very kind elders, treating him like a second son. But that’s all in the past now.
After Zane had taken Gideon back to the ward, Zane returned to his room, resisting the urge to call Natalie Vaughn. He opened his phone to the photo album, the one full of Natalie’s photos, looking at them extremely intently.
From the latest to the earliest.
There were photos of Natalie during an Iris performance, photos of her sleeping in his arms after their first night, photos of Natalie initially wanting to hit him, and photos of her during filming.
At the beginning of the album, there was a selfie taken at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau with Natalie.
Very casual, the angle wasn’t great, but Zane thought Natalie looked the most beautiful, no matter how you looked at her.
On that day, his little girl became his Mrs. Thorne.
