Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 747:

Fannie’s eyes narrowed. Clearly, Bobby had no plans of leaving this field alone because that challenge was almost impossible for her.

One of the village chief’s sons tugged at her. “It’s dangerous. Let’s just head back.”

One of the racers behind Bobby sneered, his eyebrow raised in challenge. “I thought you were tough. Why chicken out?” The chief’s sons pressed their lips together, their anger palpable. These people found amusement in watching others risk their lives over some stupid sport.noveldrama

“Let’s go, Miss Cooper,” one of them repeated, looking at Fannie. But Fannie stood her ground. “If we don’t resolve this now, they’ll come back and disrupt the village, driving away more tourists. This isn’t just about us. It’s for the village’s sake.” She stepped forward and held out her hand. “Helmet.”

Bobby’s grin faded, and his brow raised. “You know how to ride?”

“Watch.”

When she was abroad, free from her parents, Fannie had her share of wild adventures, including motorsports.

Bobby handed his hand out to his side, and one of his lackeys fetched a helmet from the nearest car.

Hesitation crossed the lackey’s expression before he handed the helmet to Bobby. “Are you sure about this? What if she ends up in an accident?”

Bobby scoffed, “Does she look scared to you?”

Fannie was damn scared, but there was no way she’d let him see it.

She might have been a weakling when Bobby saved her in the past, but she was no longer that person, and she’d take this chance to prove that to him. “I’ll take your bike.”

Fannie’s eyes flew to Bobby’s motorcycle, the best model among the others.

One of his lackeys blocked her path as she approached. “Sign a waiver first.”

Though offended, Fannie signed the waiver.

“Got insurance?” Bobby taunted, standing beside her.

Fannie didn’t spare him a glance. She swung her leg over the motorcycle and revved the engine the moment she settled into the seat, her gaze intense and her hair fluttering beneath the helmet as the bike surged forward.

She reached the cliff and gauged the distance, secretly sweating with anxiety.

The helmet’s built-in Bluetooth headset buzzed with the voices of those watching her below.

She shifted her weight forward on the bike, her silhouette graceful and poised in the moonlight as she neared the cliff’s edge.

“There’s still time to back out,” Bobby muttered into the walkie-talkie.

“Use that time to tell your group to pack up and leave,” Fannie retorted.

“Playing cocky?”

“Not being cocky, just want to show you that there’s a limit to your arrogance,” Fannie fired back.

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