Chapter 170
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair
Chapter 170 Do You Want It
What are you staring at? Hop on!â
Eileen pursed her lips. âElm, I actually donât feel like going out.â
âAre you trying to be foolish? Hurry up and get on the bike. Itâs freezing!â
âWhere are we going?â
âA nice place.â
Reluctantly, Eileen sat on the motorcycle. It was her first time riding like this.
Elm turned around. furrowing his brow as he examined her face.
âWhy are you staring?â Eileen was puzzled by his gaze.
Elm reached out, undoing the bun in her hair. He then handed her a helmet and smoothly slid her hair
tie onto his wrist.
âHold onto me!â
What?
Eileen wasnât sure if it was because of his words or the weather, but her ears felt a bit hot. She gently
grasped both sides of his clothes. âDone. We can go now.â
âYou really donât listen, do you?â
Wearing leather gloves, Elm extended his hand backward, gripping hers and pulling it down. to his
waist. âHold on tight here, donât let go,â he instructed.
From another angle, Eileen seemed intimately close to him, and she thought it was a bit too. much. So,
she moved her hands from his waist to his clothes.
Lowering his head, Elm chuckled and didnât say a word. Instead, he stepped on the gas and sped off.
Eileen let out a piercing scream. âAh!â
She crashed into his back, her heart pounding. Holding onto him tightly, she asked, âElm, canât you
slow down a bit?â
Huh? What did you say? I canât hear you.â
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I said, slower!â
Oh Faster? Sure!â
Eileen screamed and nearly flew out as the speed increased. As they rounded a corner, Eileen was so
frightened that she didnât dare to open her eyes. She held on tightly, terrified of falling.
She wondered if he was doing this on purpose.
The wind roared by her ears, and she felt her ears ringing.
Eileen was still in a daze when she heard a soft chuckle. âHow much longer do you plan on hugging
me? If you continue, I might have to start charging you.â
Eileen quickly loosened her grip.
âGet off.â
She removed her helmet and hopped off the bike. Her legs were still trembling.
Elm dismounted the motorcycle, supporting Eileen with one hand. âCan you handle this?â
Eileen retorted. âIsnât it all your fault, speeding like that?â
âYouâre so timid. Weâre fine, arenât we? Come on, letâs go for a stroll!â Elm reached out to smooth her
tousled hair.
Eileen glanced at the bustling old street in front of her, full of stalls. The street was lively and vibrant,
filled with the bustling atmosphere of everyday life.
âDoes a place like this still exist? Have you been here before?â Her clear eyes were full of curiosity.
âYou donât know about this place. Itâs pretty crowded here, so donât get lost.â
Elm took off his black leather gloves and placed them in front of Eileen.
Seeing the gloves, Eileen asked, âWhatâs this for?â
âWhy are you even asking? Itâs cold. Put them on.â
Eileen declined, âNo need. Iâm not cold.â
Elm thought she was being stubborn and nodded cheerfully. âSure, you can endure the cold.
After walking into the market, they saw someone performing a monkey show on the street
side. She paused to watch for a while.
Whenever someone tipped money into the bowl, the little monkey would carry the full bowl to its owner.
All that money would end up in his pocket.
Someone handed over a bill, which the little monkey took. It then bowed respectfully to the person with
the money in hand.
Eileen suddenly became interested. âElm, can it understand human language?â
Elm shot her a dumbfounded look and forcibly dragged her away by the neck.
Eileen protested, âWhat are you doing, Elm? I havenât seen enough!â
âHeâs just a street swindler. Whatâs so interesting about a monkey show? Letâs go.â
âLet me watch for a while.â
âItâs not interesting.â
âIâve never seen it before.â
Elm suddenly stopped in his tracks, letting go of her hand. âDo you really want to watch it?â
Eileen nodded. âYes. Just for a while!â
âOkay, I can accompany you for a maximum of five minutes. Otherwise, we wonât finish. browsing the
market. After today, the vendors here will be gone.â
âElm, you really are a good person. Do you have any money on you?â
Elm knew that he wanted to reward the monkey. This young lady truly had a heart of gold.
Elm patted his pocket, feeling for his wallet. After finding his wallet, he took off his gloves and opened
the wallet without looking. He pulled out two red banknotes, handing them to her. âGo ahead and
experience it.â
Eileen was somewhat stunned. âYouâre giving two hundred for an experience? Elm, do you have
money to spare?â
It was the year 2000, and the red one-hundred bills were recently issued. They were rare to see now,
and he gave her two hundred at once.
Clearly, he hadnât experienced financial difficulties as he was far too extravagant.
Moreover, the average personâs daily salary wasnât much.
Eileen asked. âDonât you have any change?â
Elm carefully examined the wallet, then shook his head. âShould I get some change?â
âForget it, letâs not bother. Even if you want to buy something, no one will have enough change for you.â
Suddenly, Elm found the last remaining coin at the bottom of his wallet. âHereâs one coin. Do you want
it?â
âSure,â Eileen happily agreed, turning around to toss the money into the little monkeyâs bowl.
Elm noticed her actions. Only someone like her would give money away foolishly.
But surprisingly, she also knew how to save his money!
For ordinary people, perhaps these things were common, but Eileen had never seen them before. She
was like a princess living in a castle full of danger. She was able to live a life that ordinary people
desired, but the condition was that she couldnât step out of the castle.
After paying, she immediately ran back to Elm.
Elm gazed at her with an amused smile. âYou seem so delighted about giving money.â
Eileen nodded. âYes. Where are we heading next?â
Elm replied, âYouâll find out once you follow me. Just make sure you donât get lost.â
At a pasta restaurant, the owner served two plates
of
pasta.
Yvette took out two forks and handed one to the person sitting across from her. âWhat are you staring
at?â She turned her head to look out the window, but there was nothing to see.
Eric averted his gaze, his face devoid of expression as he picked up his fork. âIs this the extraordinary
place you were talking about?â
Yvette nodded. âYes, this is it. Isnât it bustling? Today is the final day of the street market. If you donât
accompany me properly, youâll regret it! The pasta here is especially delicious. I used to come here
often. You should give it a try! The lady bossâs culinary skills are exceptional. You wonât find anyone
else like her in Hulbury.â
A hint of darkness seemed to cloud Ericâs eyes. His voice turned cold as he spoke. âAfter we finish
eating, Iâll take you back. I donât have time to hang out with you.â