Chapter 620: We Are Very Alike

Jasper Rockwell turned and looked at Zane Langdon. “So? Inspiring, right?”

Zane Langdon ignored him, just gazing into the distance. His eyes were unfocused, and it was impossible to tell what he was looking at.

Jasper Rockwell finished his lollipop, tossed the stick, and clapped his hands together. He opened the container of fried rice noodles, scooped out half, and offered it to Zane Langdon.

“I’m not hungry.” Zane Langdon picked up a can of beer and took a sip.

Jasper Rockwell didn’t say anything, just lowered his head and started to dig in.

The way the Rockwell family’s third young master was wolfing down his food, he looked like a refugee who hadn’t eaten in days.

After finishing his half, he saw that Zane Langdon really wasn’t going to eat the other portion, so he picked it up and kept eating.

Once he’d finished it all, he started on the grilled skewers. He took a swig of beer and let out a long sigh.

“Ah, I feel alive again.”

Zane Langdon handed him a napkin. Jasper Rockwell took it, wiped his mouth, and leaned back on the steps again.

“Zane, why didn’t you laugh when I was talking about my dream just now?”

“What’s so funny about it?”

“Don’t you think it’s ridiculous for someone like me to talk about dreams?”

“And what kind of person is ‘someone like you’?”

Jasper Rockwell suddenly turned to look at Zane Langdon. He watched as Zane lifted the can and took another sip of beer. ‘That devastatingly handsome profile could charm a million girls.’ He couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized.

Zane Langdon turned his head to look at Jasper Rockwell. “If you don’t want to back out of the race, then give it your all.”

A thrill shot through Jasper Rockwell’s heart.

He was just about to speak when he heard Zane Langdon’s voice again. “If you actually get crippled, you’ll have to behave for the rest of your life.”

The words all caught in Jasper Rockwell’s throat, and his smile froze on his face.

“Do you look down on me that much?”

“It’s not that I look down on you. You just don’t have that kind of skill at all.”

“You’re not wrong! But in life, a man’s got to go crazy for something at least once.” He stood up and walked over to Zane Langdon’s car, running a hand over its body.

“In this lifetime, this is the only thing I can be passionate about.”

“Does your family know you’re entering this race?”

“Not yet. If they found out, all hell would break loose! They’d do everything in their power to stop me from competing.”

“As long as your family gets involved, there’s no way you’ll be able to compete normally.”

“I have my ways.” Jasper Rockwell smiled confidently. “Hey, Zane, what was it like for you when you competed in the Death Track race?”

Zane Langdon didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted the beer and chugged another mouthful.

‘Even now, he could never forget that feeling. For the entire month before the race, he had been too excited to sleep. During the competition, his blood had felt like it was boiling!’

“I bet it was incredibly exciting, unforgettable.” Jasper Rockwell walked over to Zane Langdon and sat down. “You know, Zane? Sometimes, I think life would be more exciting as a regular person. More choices. I don’t want to be like my oldest brother, strictly groomed by my grandpa since he was a kid to shoulder the Rockwell Family’s responsibilities.”

“My second brother seems carefree, but he also just does things by the book. I’m the most rebellious one in our family.”

The three children of the Rockwell family were all raised by Mr. Rockwell himself.

It was said that after Jasper Rockwell was born, his parents had died tragically during a trip abroad.

Because of this, Mr. Rockwell doted on the three children, but it wasn’t a spoiling kind of love. At times, it was even overly strict.

Understanding the sorrow Mr. Rockwell must have felt, having outlived his own children, one could also understand his actions.