LOGINTarzan rode his bike like a man possessed. The moment he left Lena’s culinary school, he twisted the throttle, sending his motorcycle into a racing speed with a powerful roar. The wind rushed against his body, but he barely felt it. His entire mind was consumed by one thing. Lena. Where the hell was she? And more importantly, who the hell was the man she had gone off with? He rode through the traffic, slipping past cars recklessly. When the car slowed to a crawl, he found openings between them and maneuvered through the narrow spaces. A horn blared behind him. Another driver shouted a curse word but Tarzan ignored them all. They didn't matter, anyway. He had more important things to worry about than the opinions of angry strangers. His jaw tightened beneath his helmet as Hannah's revelation replayed in his mind. "There's this hot guest chef who has been flirting with Lena.He said they knew each other, but Lena doesn't remember him.He offered her a ride. He wanted to remind
Nora's expression tightened. "We didn't forget about her safety. Lena is our friend, and we do care about her." "Then why did you let her leave with a man none of you could properly identify?"Tarzan replied. "Because Lena said she would be fine!" Nora shot back, finally finding her voice. "I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted that she was an adult and could make her own decisions. What was I supposed to do—tie her to a chair?" Tarzan's eyes flashed. "You could have called me! I gave you all my contact number for a reason. I'm her fiancé!" Nora opened her mouth, then closed it. Because, annoyingly enough, he had a point. Jessie stepped forward before the argument could escalate further. "Look, they left only a few minutes before you arrived." She paused and quickly took out her phone. "I also took a picture of his number plate before they left, just in case anything happened." He took one look at the screen, already committing the numbers to memory. "Do you know wher
Jessie opened her mouth, then closed it. Nora kept her gaze fixed on the ground. Tarzan's patience began to evaporate. "Why are you two looking at each other like that? Where is my woman... where is Lena?" Jessie cleared her throat. "Well..." "Well, what?" "She's..." "She's what?" Tarzan couldn't even let her finish her sentence. Nora finally spoke. "She's on her way home. When she knew I was coming to pick her up—" She stopped abruptly, then frowned. "And why can't either of you look me in the eyes while answering a simple question?" None of them said a word. Tarzan's jaw tightened. "Hannah!" Hannah flinched. "Don't ask me, please." Tarzan exhaled sharply and pinched the bridge of his nose."All right. I've had enough of this nonsense. Tell me the truth, Hannah. Where is Lena?"Hannah glanced at Nora and Jessie."Hannah! Look at me."She flinched again and returned her gaze at Tarzan.He sighed and said softly."Please...I need to know where Lena is...I am worried." Hanna
The biker guy released her and straightened and asked again. "Where is Lena?" Hannah opened her mouth, then closed it, and turned to her friends for help. Jessie slowly turned her head toward Nora, who stood completely frozen. Because suddenly, the familiar way he carried himself made perfect sense. "I knew something about him seemed familiar," Nora murmured. "Silver, is that you?" Jessie asked, although she already knew the answer. "Yeah," Tarzan replied, removing the helmet. And just like that, Hannah's romantic fantasy exploded into a million tiny pieces. She stared at him in absolute horror, her gaze flicking from the helmet in his hand back to his face. "I can't believe it," she murmured weakly. "How could he be Silver?" Tarzan glanced at her in confusion. "Do you want me to put the helmet back on so you can pretend you don't know me?" he said innocently, unaware of what had prompted her reaction. "Yes, please!" Jessie burst into laughter. Nora pressed a hand over he
Hannah opened her mouth to argue, but her attention suddenly shifted to the approaching biker.Her eyes widened again."Oh my God. He's really getting closer. He's actually coming toward us!"Nora raised an eyebrow."Maybe he's looking for someone else.""Don't ruin this for me!""Maybe, he wants to ask us for directions. You can never tell."Jessie added.Hannah shot them both a warning glare before quickly smoothing her clothes and patting her hair into place. Then she whispered, "All right. Everyone, don't panic."Jessie stared at her."You're the only one panicking.""I am not panicking. I am just preparing, that's all..." She said, quickly turning to her friends. "How do I look?"Jessie gave her a quick once-over."Like someone who's about to embarrass herself."Hannah rolled her eyes and then, she loosened her knees.Nora immediately caught her arm."Don't you dare. You are not going to only embarrass yourself but us too."Hannah whispered through gritted teeth, "Let me go!""I
"What do you mean by that?"Hannah asked Nora with a frown.Meanwhile, Jessie released Hannah's arm and took a small step away from her, as though distancing herself from a Hannah's mental sickness that was contagious. "What kind of delusion makes you think that man will catch you, remove his helmet, fall in love with you at first sight, and kiss you just because you conveniently fainted in his arms?" Jessie said. Hannah opened her mouth to defend herself. Jessie raised a hand, stopping her. "No, wait. Let me guess. You'll get married six months later, have three children, and live happily ever after in his mansion?" Hannah narrowed her eyes. "You're making fun of me." "No you are making fun of yourself!" Jessie exclaimed. "Girl, you're watching too many Disney movies for your grown-ass age!" Nora shook her head. "No, no. You've got it all wrong. She's not watching Disney movies. She's reading too many Caroluchy web novels!" "Exactly!" Jessie pointed at her. "All
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