Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 95

The weather was very sunny that Sunday.

Janet waited impatiently at the bus stop. She had looked down at her phone several times.

Just when the long-awaited bus arrived, she heard a roar of an engine. A dazzling black Vyrus suddenly halted in front of her.

Ethan pushed up the glass visor of his helmet. His high nose bridge was revealed first, followed by his alienated eyes. He looked so dashing even though he was just wearing an ordinary black T -shirt and loose jeans.

He threw a helmet to Janet.

"Get on the motorcycle."

After she caught the helmet, she stared at the luxury motorcycle for a while before putting on the helmet reluctantly. She then asked, "Whose motorcycle is this?"

Janet had seen this motorcycle in an automobile magazine before. It costs a whopping amount of money that she could never make even if she worked tons of jobs for the rest of her life.

"I borrowed it from a friend. My boss's villa is a little far from here. It's in the suburbs. I'll take you there."

Janet sat on the motorcycle uneasily.

"Let's go!" Ethan cast a glance at his wife and then put down the glass visor of his helmet.

Janet held onto Ethan's T-shirt tightly.

Ethan rode the motorcycle at a high speed. The wind blew violently past her ears and ruffled her hair. All the road noises soon faded away.

Before now, Janet had associated the riding of motorcycles with rogues. This was because most of them rode recklessly and the roaring sound of the engines always disturbed other commuters on the road. However, this wasn't the case for this particular motorcycle. The engine only made a humming sound.

"Ethan, why is there no loud noise?" she asked blankly.

"Are you talking about the sound of the engine?"

Ethan abruptly stopped to wait for the traffic light to turn green. It was so sudden that Janet's breasts bumped into his back because of the inertia. He looked back at her and smiled.

"My dear wife, do you see me as one of those numerous hooligans that disturb the peace of this city with their roaring motorcycles? This one has a silencer. I don't want to constitute any nuisance on the road."

The Vyrus belonged to Garrett and it was the kind of motorcycle used for serious racing.

With her face blushing, Janet inched backward and tightened her coat.

The rest of the ride wasn't bumpy. When they arrived at the so-called boss's villa, Ethan led her to the front door.

Unbeknown to Janet, this villa was owned by her allegedly poor husband. It wasn't decorated because he had never lived there.

"Welcome!" A woman who looked about forty years old answered the door at the first ring. She introduced herself as the wife of Ethan's boss and guided them into the villa.

"Hello, ma'am. What style of wall painting do you want for this villa?"

The wall the woman pointed out wasn't so wide. Thus, Janet calculated that she could finish painting it today.

"Nothing too complicated. Just make it simple but unique. It should be in grey. I would settle for any style that you choose to paint the rest." The woman took a sip of tea and glanced at Ethan. She then continued, "I've already bought the buckets of paint and the tools you would need. I'm going shopping with my neighbors later. You just take your time."