Chapter 81 Foolish Woman

"It's already dark outside, should we test the car now?"

Although it was already dark outside, Elena still felt eager to try it out.

Hassan teased her lips, his strong breath blending into her own, torturing her. Her desire was quickly aroused by him.

"Let's count to three, and on the count, we both jump off the bed. Whoever gets dressed first drives!"

Taking advantage of her dazed state, Hassan suddenly lifted his head and spoke, a shrewd glare flashing in his narrow and long eyes. With his thin lips slightly parting, he said, "Three!"

After saying that, he bounced up and headed straight for the closet.

Elena was stunned before she reacted. "You cheater!"

"No choice? Who told you to be clumsy!" Hassan's triumphant voice came from the dressing room.

Elena jumped off the bed and squeezed into the dressing room. Hassan had already taken out his clothes. Without hesitation, she grabbed Hassan's clothes and ran!

"Am I clumsy? Let's see what you wear!"

Elena carried his clothes and ran outside. After running for a while, she discovered that he hadn't followed. She immediately felt that something was wrong and turned back. At that moment, Hassan walked out of the dressing room wearing a long black windbreaker.

"Calling you clumsy, you still don't believe me! Do you think I only have one outfit? Silly girl!" He playfully tapped her forehead. "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and change. Otherwise, if I change my mind, you'll regret it."

"Okay!" Elena hurried to change her clothes. She really wanted to experience the feeling of riding the motorcycle under the moonlight, embraced by the wind.

In no time, she walked out. A white tank top matched with blue jeans, and a long light blue windbreaker on the outside. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, exuding youthful vitality.

"Miss Walker, are you wearing matching outfits with the master?" Noura joked.

Only then did Elena shift her gaze to Hassan. He was wearing a pair of black patched leather pants with a red tank top and a long black windbreaker on top. This outfit made him even more domineering and charismatic. He could probably mesmerize all the women in the entire S City...

"Hassan, are you copying my style?"

"Childish! Clearly, you're copying me. I wore it first!"

"Enough, you win. Let's hurry and go!"

The motorcycle had already been brought into the yard by Nabil. In the moonlight, its streamlined body exuded strength and speed, perfect and elegant like a cheetah.

"Put on the helmet!"

Hassan placed the helmet on Elena's head and used both hands to fasten it securely.

Doubtfully, she looked up at him as he focused and carefully inspected every detail on her helmet.

"Is it too tight?" His sexy voice now carried a hint of gentleness.

"Hmm! A little!" Elena nodded.

He patiently made some adjustments again. "How about now?"

"I don't want to wear the helmet, it feels stuffy..."

Elena protested. She liked the feeling of her long hair flying in the wind and the touch of the breeze on her cheeks. The helmet material was excellent, very light and snug, but she just didn't like it.

"No, you have to wear it. No helmet, no bike!" His domineering tone cut off her faint hope.

"What a tyrant!" she muttered dissatisfied.

"What did you say?" His gaze darkened as he stared at her.

"Oh, I said you're so fussy!"

With a snap of his fingers, he tapped her helmet. "Alright, get on the bike!"

The moment Elena straddled the motorcycle, she felt an indescribable excitement. It was as if she had mounted the wings of her dreams. This bike seemed to be tailor-made for her, every part felt so comfortable, and the touch was incredibly smooth. A radiant smile bloomed on her face.

"Put it in yourself!" He handed her the shiny key.

Under the moonlight, his gaze shone brightly, like a sky full of stars. At this moment, Elena felt his commanding presence.

After inserting the key, the sound was crisp. Just as she was about to start, Hassan immediately sat down without any reservation.

His tall figure embraced her, his long arm reached over her hand, and he took hold of the handlebars.

"Didn't you say I should ride?"

"Aren't you riding on top of it now?"

"...I mean, drive?"

"Are you faster than me at getting dressed?" Hassan interrupted her, boldly revving the engine. The motorcycle sped off on the highway like the wind.

Initially, Elena felt a bit disappointed since she didn't get to drive herself. Soon, her excitement returned, and Hassan's riding skills far surpassed hers...

It was now 1 o'clock in the morning, and there was not a single car on the wide road. Bright moonlight hung in the ink-blue sky, casting a faint silvery glow upon the earth, shrouding everything in a hazy mist.

The motorcycle raced forward at full speed. Elena closed her eyes, feeling the caress of the wind. His face pressed against hers, his broad chest against her back, he continuously was transmitting warmth and a sense of security to her.

Accompanied by an exhilarating piano melody, the motorcycle, like a happy little boat, carried them toward the shores of happiness.

"Hold on tight!" his deep voice resonated.

Elena grabbed the handlebars, opened her eyes, and suddenly, the motorcycle soared into the air. After a smooth glide, it landed steadily.

Elena's heart leaped. It was so thrilling; he was carrying her without a helmet and still played such an exhilarating game.

"Don't play something so dangerous!"

Before Elena could finish speaking, the motorcycle ascended another ramp and then plunged...

A single motorcycle managed to evoke the sensation of a roller coaster. Elena was extremely nervous, but after landing, she burst into laughter, feeling exhilarated!

"Miss Walker, he carried you back... actually, I drove to pick you up, but when I saw you both, I heard that the master carried you for a long distance."

Elena touched her head and smiled foolishly. So, the boat last night was him! But this guy was injured so badly, yet he silently carried her back. This was completely self-destructive.

"Miss Walker, congratulations. The master said he will no longer restrict you. You can go to school or have free time!" Noura enthusiastically said.

"Really? Did he really say that?"

"Don't you believe me?"

"It's not that. I mentioned it to him last night, and he didn't agree. Noura, you're not joking with me, are you?

"Miss Walker, you don't understand the master at all. He won't agree in front of you. I told you, deep down, he actually cares about you."

"Great!" Elena couldn't help but cheer, celebrating her liberation in advance.

" Miss Walker, let me remind you that it's best not to make the master angry again. It's better not to see someone who can't be seen outside."

Looking into Noura's eyes, Elena knew what she meant.

"Understood, Noura, I got it!"

"Noura, is he still at home? Can you tell me what surprise I should prepare for him?"

"The master left in the morning, it seems there was something urgent at the company that needed his attention. But now you're free, you can go wherever you want, and you don't need me to follow you..."

"Noura, I love you so much!" Elena was overjoyed and gave Noura a warm hug.

This was a happy beginning for Elena. She changed into clean clothes and first went to see her mother, then she went to the school and met Evelyn, chatting with her until noon.

"Elena, do you know that William and Chloe are dating!" Evelyn gossiped eagerly.

Elena was taken aback, but her expression didn't change. "Really? Well, congratulations to them."

"Elena, don't you reconsider? I think you can definitely win William back."

"Evelyn, can't you talk about something else?" Elena said helplessly.

"Forget it, Evelyn, don't embarrass her!"

Suddenly, William appeared from behind the door.