My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 196

Vivian's eyebrows were lightly raised, and suddenly she felt a smell of war.

These two were indeed, as rumored, did not have good terms.

They were about to fight as soon as they met.

Interesting.

"No."

Morris gestured to the formal attire he was wearing, "My clothes aren't convenient, another time." He withdrew his gaze to look at Vivian, "Vivian, let's go."

He walked over to Vivian and took her hand very naturally, "Can you ride a motorcycle? I can teach you."

"Gee whiz, don’t underestimate me. How about a match between us?"

Being underestimated, Vivian was still very upset in her heart.

"Yeah."

Morris readily agreed.

Vivian: Didn't you just say that it was inconvenient for you to be all dressed up in formal clothes? How come it's convenient now.

Could it be that the dog man was looking down on her?

"It just so happens that your Uncle Mike is here, so you can borrow your Uncle Mike's Harley and I'll ride your bike. Then we'll have a competition. But how meaningless it is without chips."

Vivian smiled wryly at Morris, and just one glance, Morris knew what she was going through her mind.

"Makes sense."

Mike, who was standing on the side, interjected, "Let's do this, I bet on you to win. Bet you five hundred ......thousand. How about that?"

For the rich, money was just a number.

But half a million, for Vivian, was not a small amount.

Mike then changed his idea.

She then stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

As the throttle was increased too hard, the motorcycle lurched and narrowly missed throwing Morris right off.

With an inertial tug, the man steadied himself before wrapping his arms around her waist, "Are you sure you know how to ride a bike? I don't have insurance."

"Oh, I haven’t been used to it."

Vivian laughed awkwardly, unable to avoid a chill down her back.

Just now she was really not adapted to the new motorcycle, but luckily that Morris did not fall down, otherwise, Trent must not get her killed.

Driving on the road, a dozen motorcycles buzzing head-on, accompanied by men's indulgent screams and whistles, which made Vivian follow the exhilaration.

She sped up, but suddenly it seemed to run over a rock and the front end jerked, "God ......"

Vivian was startled, but the next moment, the man behind her suddenly leaned close to her, his hands going around her and holding the handlebars, steadying the motorcycle that was swaying.

Vivian was then encircled in his arms, in an extraordinarily ambiguous manner.