Chapter 79:
Elyse cast a worried glance at Tracy, fully aware of her friend's difficult situation after all these years. If Tracy didn't have strong feelings for Shaun, why would she have come to Liverton? After all, she was the most striking and talented girl in school, always surrounded by admirers.
"I refuse to believe we can't find a store willing to sell us a motorcycle here in Liverton," Elyse said, comforting Tracy with a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Let's move on to the next one."
Feeling comforted and encouraged, Tracy grinned appreciatively.
Jayden, witnessing their close bond, sighed helplessly. "I know where we can get a motorcycle. Let's go; I'll take you there."
The two girls exchanged bright smiles and happily pushed the wheelchair out of the store.
Arriving at their destination—a seaside villa complex—they fell silent, gazing out at the vast ocean.
"Do they sell motorcycles in the villa complex?" Tracy asked.
"No, they don't," Jayden replied. "I have a friend who's a motorcycle enthusiast and has quite a collection. Since buying one isn't an option, why not borrow?"
Elyse nodded and followed him into the villa. They were greeted by a butler, a serious-looking middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses.
"Long time no see, Mr. Owen," the butler said. "My master has been waiting for you in the living room for quite some time."
The three entered the villa and saw a man in black tights and earrings. Seeing Jayden, he sneered. "Jayden, no wonder you don't want to go out. You look so miserable."
Playing with two walnuts, he added, "You look like a loser now."
Jayden glanced at him and retorted, "And you seem fond of self-abuse with all those piercings. Must be your thing."
The man ignored Jayden's remark, turning his attention to Elyse and Tracy with a smile. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Taylor Norris. A pleasure to meet you."
Shifting his gaze, he continued, "One is Jayden's wife, and the other is Shaun's future wife."
Jayden sneered. "You're quite the detective. I see you've done your homework."
"Of course, I'm always meticulous," Taylor replied, gesturing to the sofa. "Come, have a seat."
Jayden declined. "No thanks. We're here to ask you for a favor."
Intrigued, Taylor, still playing with the walnuts, responded, "It's rare to see you coming to me for help in person. I must agree and have you owe me a favor."
Jayden remained silent while Elyse stepped forward. "Actually, it's I who needs your help. I heard you have a passion for collecting motorcycles, so I was wondering if I could borrow one to participate in a race. I'll return it afterward."
Tracy also stepped forward nervously. "It's my fault. Elyse wouldn't have to compete if it weren't for me. I should be the one who owes you a favor."
Taylor chuckled. "It's just a motorcycle. Don't worry about it." He saw an opportunity to gain the favor of three people and nodded, leading them to his private garage to choose a motorcycle.
As they entered the underground garage, the lights flickered on, revealing a lineup of luxury cars and motorcycles, each worth millions. Even Tracy, unfamiliar with cars, recognized several expensive models.
Taylor guided them to the motorcycle section and joked, "I thought Jayden wanted a motorcycle to ride off into the sunset with his girl."
Jayden retorted coolly, "Dream on."
Taylor continued, "I do hope you'll be able to stand again. You used to be quite popular with the ladies. Now, I imagine you're quite the opposite."
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Elyse walked up to Taylor and said earnestly, "Can you please stop talking about him like that? I don't appreciate it."
"You're quite protective of him," Taylor continued. "Why do you even like Jayden? He's not exactly the gentle and considerate type. Being with him must bring you a lot of suffering."
Without hesitation, Elyse replied, "I haven't suffered. I married Jayden happily. It's the best decision I've ever made."
Tracy, deeply impressed by Elyse's courage, looked at Jayden. Jayden, usually impassive, had a slight smile playing on his lips.
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