Chapter 160 I Was Wrong

The mountain wind carried a damp chill, tugging at the edges of Nancy's soaked clothes. She looked at Jonathan's face with a calm and steady gaze. His expression was filled with feverish excitement. She had never ridden a superbike. The principles couldn't be too different from racing cars, though. Jonathan, thrilled by her agreement, let out a cocky whistle and went to the garage to wheel out his modified Ducati. Nancy followed him inside. The garage was filled with gleaming luxury cars and several heavy superbikes. She chose a black Kawasaki without hesitation. Jonathan was already astride his own bike, helmet strapped on, as he watched her with open disdain. "What's the matter? Getting cold feet? You can still back out." Nancy ignored him and mounted her bike, mimicking what she observed. She had underestimated the machine's weight. The body sank under her, throwing her off balance, and for a moment it looked as if both she and the bike would topple to the floor. Jonath