Chapter 34 The Motorcycle Boy
The roar of motorcycles filled the street. A guy in a black leather jacket pulled over, swung his long legs off the bike, and turned to look.
‘This chick's using a $10 million car window as her canvas,’ he thought.
Lillian tossed her hair, looking both striking and icy.
‘Damn! A $10 million car doesn't even come close to matching her,’ the guy thought.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Lillian jumped off the car and hopped onto the back of his motorcycle.
"Let's go," she said, patting his shoulder.
The guy felt a surge of pride. He shoved away the man opening the car door and flipped him off.
He lowered the windshield and shouted to Lillian, "Hold on tight, babe!"
Lillian wrapped her arms around his waist, and with a roar, the motorcycle shot off like a bullet.
Jackson got out of the car just in time to see the tail end of Lillian’s skirt fluttering away.
The motorcycle screeched to a halt at the entrance of the Happy Community.
Lillian got off and started to walk away, but the guy leaned over and grabbed her arm. "Hey, add me on Facebook, will ya? We’ve got a bond from that escape."
As he reached for his phone, Lillian twisted his arm back with a reverse scissor hold, pinning him against the motorcycle.
The helmet clanged against the car, leaving the guy a bit dazed by the sudden turn of events.
Lillian let go of his hand, and the guy took off his helmet, revealing curly, grandma-gray hair and delicate features.
"You sure know how to ditch someone fast!"
Lillian was already running off, but the guy wasn't ready to give up. "Hey, let's make a bet. Next time we meet by chance, add me on Facebook!"
Lillian heard him but didn't look back, just waved her hand. "Thanks."
As Lillian walked through the door, Shirley was making instant noodles.
Lillian wrinkled her nose and asked, "Got any more?"
Shirley turned to the kitchen and brought out another cup. By the time the noodles were ready, Lillian had already changed her clothes. They sat cross-legged on the carpet around a small table.
Shirley also brought two bottles of beer. She opened one with a cool flick of her wrist and handed it to Lillian.
"Feeling down? Spill it."
Since Lillian was a dancer, she was usually meticulous about her figure and skincare. Junk food was a rare indulgence.
Lillian took the beer from Shirley, clinked bottles, and took a big gulp. The ice-cold beer slid down her throat, easing some of her frustration.
"Wendy's pregnant. I slapped her, and Jackson got me fired from the training center."
With just those words, Shirley's heart surged and plummeted as she absorbed the news. She crushed her beer can with a sharp squeal.
"Is Jackson out of his mind? You're perfect, and he goes after Wendy? Are you sure Wendy's kid is his?"
Lillian nodded. "I'm almost certain."
Wendy said so. She even wore the Frane family's heirloom jade bracelet. Jackson was always concerned about Wendy and the baby, and he didn't deny it once.
"Divorce him, quick! I hope those cheaters get what they deserve!" Shirley felt a deep sympathy for Lillian.
Everyone pitied Wendy for being wrongly accused and suffering for six years, but no one thought about how Lillian, at such a young age, did nothing wrong and yet fell from grace overnight.
There were plenty of men out there, but Wendy, knowing Jackson was Lillian's only solace, still went after him. It was clear she wanted to take everything from Lillian.
And Jackson, fully aware of the psychological trauma Wendy had caused Lillian, still chose Wendy. If he had chosen anyone else, Shirley wouldn't have felt such heartache.
Shirley was so furious she wanted to grab a kitchen knife, but Lillian smiled and hugged her.
"It's better this way. The deeper the hurt, the quicker the awakening," Lillian said.
Shirley's nose tingled as she wrapped her arm around Lillian's shoulder.
Suddenly, Lillian turned her head and vomited.
Shirley's face changed. "Lillian, you're not pregnant, are you?"
Lillian froze. The last time Jackson asked her to take a pregnancy test, she didn't actually do it. She just dropped a few drops of water on it. Her period was irregular, and she'd been feeling nauseous lately, so she had her doubts.
She remembered the night before Jackson went on a business trip. She had been clingy, and Jackson had lost control. The next day, she stayed in bed all morning.
Could it be that they were too intense and the condom broke without them noticing?
Lillian's face turned pale. She put down her fork and looked at Shirley.
Half an hour later, Shirley came in stealthily, wearing a wig she used for live streaming and smoky makeup. She pulled off the wig and said, "I disguised myself well; no one will recognize me. Go test it quickly. If Jackson got two women pregnant at the same time, he deserves to rot!"
Lillian took the pregnancy test Shirley bought and nervously went into the bathroom.
As the first red line appeared on the test, Lillian held her breath.
Shirley, waiting anxiously, pushed open the door. "What's the result?"
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