ELISSA'S PLAN

"Oh no! We're not going to use an expensive car for this event," prevented Edgar when he saw Elissa about to pick up her cellphone to make a call.

"What? Then what are we going to use? Taxi?"

Edgar shook his head. He smiled. Then proudly, he spread his hands, pointing to an old bicycle parked neatly beside the hotel.

"Seriously? I've never used a bicycle. I'm sure I'll be sore."

Edgar tugged at the corner of his lips. He smiled crookedly. "If you don't want to get sore, hold on tight. Or you can stand, too."

The man then stepped closer to his bike. He no longer cared about the protesting Elissa.

Even though she was extremely lazy, she actually liked being treated like this. Last night, she was so touched by her husband's treatment. Instead of the man sleeping on the bed, he slept on the floor, honouring his wife.

It's just that riding a bicycle is another thing. Elissa had not touched it once. When she was a child, she never asked to buy a bike. Instead, she asked for a small car tha