Summer had been having horchata every morning for a whole week. In fact, she could even gulp down two horchatas in the morning due to her increased appetite.
Mark would have Harry bring her lunch in the afternoon, and Solomon would fetch her back home with his motorcycle to eat whatever Daisy had prepared for dinner.
This afternoon was no more different, and Solomon laughed while he said, "I am already your personal chauffeur now, sending you home every day after work."
"Don't you want to be my chauffeur, Dad?” Summer wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned on his back as she played daddy's little girl, the same way she had always been doing since she was young
"You're still acting like a baby even when you're already an adult now." Solomon sighed softly. "Why would I not want to be my own daughter's chauffeur?"
They were talking to each other while Solomon was riding his motorcycle, and he did not notice a pedestrian. He wanted to avoid the pedestrian but he lost control of his motorcycle, and it immediately fell toward the left side.
Solomon hugged Summer tightly and let himself fall t o the ground. He protected her in his arms as he could not bear to let her be harmed in any way.
Summer got up promptly, and her face was as white a s a sheet. Panicking, she helped him while her face was filled with worry and fright. "Are you hurt, Dad?"
Solomon slowly stood up and softly said, "I guess people really do get less capable as they age. But, my bones are still strong enough, so I'm fine."
"We should go to the hospital to get it checked." Summer was worried. She thought it was best for him to visit the hospital after falling so hard on the ground while holding her in his arms.
"I know better about my own body; I'm not that fragile yet. Don't let your mother know about this when we get back, or else she will never let me send you back from work anymore. Let’s keep this a secret between u s two."
"It's a fact that you fell down. What is there to hide about?"
Solomon was in denial. "I’ve been riding for so many years. I only fell down because I was distracted talking to you. It had nothing to do with my riding skills at all!"
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