Chapter 38. Ratu's Plan

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

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

Sagara 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." 

Sagara 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 Ratu.

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, honoring his wife.

It's just that riding a bicycle is another thing. Ratu had not touched it once. When she was a child, she never asked to buy a bicycl