Chapter 88: Meeting Abigail

Yana was deeply moved, but shook her head and said softly, "I... I can’t spend your money anymore."

"Hehe, it’s my responsibility to take care of you, it’s only natural!!"

Ryan chuckled lewdly, and seeing that no one was around, he slapped her on the buttocks and said, "You just need to take good care of me..."

The two of them tacitly decided to walk towards her dormitory, as evening self-study was almost over.

As they were walking, Ryan’s phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number: "Hello, who is this?"

After a moment’s hesitation, a clear and melodious female voice came from the other end: "Ryan, I am Abigail."

"Senior Abigail, what’s up?"

Ryan thought of that stunning beauty, who was almost as tall as him, and whose legs were longer than his life.

"During the day, your girlfriend is here, so there are some things we can’t talk about. Do you have time now?"

"What’s inconvenient about it??? It’s about time. You just finished your evening self-study session, right? I happen to be free too."

Ryan thought about it and agreed.

"Then I’ll come find you!!!"

After hanging up the phone, Ryan said with a hint of reluctance, "Honey, I have something to do, so I probably won’t be able to stay with you tonight."

"Yes, you need to get some rest, okay? You haven’t been well for long!"

Yana nodded obediently and said, "I’ll go with you for a follow-up check-up in the next couple of days."

As one of the school’s most beautiful girls, Abigail is an absolute celebrity; in fact, it’s safe to say that everyone knows her name.

Being openly in a same-sex relationship makes her a really cool person, especially given her carefree personality.

She has stunning looks and a supermodel-level figure. To put it bluntly, if you encountered such a beauty, you might not even have the courage to approach her.

Wherever she goes, she becomes the center of attention, and Abigail is attracting everyone’s gaze right now.

In an era when everyone rode electric scooters, she was already a high-income earner by taking on side jobs such as advertising, commercial photography, and modeling.

The roar of a motorcycle filled the air as Abigail, dressed in a sexy leather jacket and pants, drove her Yamaha and pulled up in front of Ryan with great fanfare.

With her flowing hair, Abigail’s face looked even more striking and beautiful under the moonlight, possessing a charm that made you instantly recognize her as the dominant one.

"Junior, get in the car!"

Abigail ignored the stares of others and gave Ryan a kind smile.

"How about I drive?"

Ryan couldn’t help but say, "Every man would be interested in this kind of motorcycle."

"good!"

Abigail hesitated for a moment before agreeing, breaking her vow that the motorcycle belonged to her as her first wife and she would never lend it out.

Abigail isn’t the kind of internet celebrity who just tries to grab attention; she genuinely loves her first motorcycle, which is certainly very eye-catching in the city.

Ryan took the helmet, put it on, and twisted the throttle. It has to be said that the furious roar of the engine is a kind of romance that no man can resist.

Abigail sat down in the back without any hesitation and immediately put both arms around Ryan’s waist, which surprised Ryan for a moment.

Those full breasts, still warm from her body, pressed against his back through the thin fabric, allowing me to freely feel their softness and firm elasticity.

Not wearing a bra...

This was Ryan’s intuition. Although it was very sensual to have taken advantage of her, Ryan was a little confused when he thought about her sexual orientation. It shouldn’t be a deliberate seduction, right?

Abigail’s voice trembled slightly: "I don’t want to fall to my death, let’s drive... to Z Road."

"good!"

Ryan came to his senses, feeling a little confused, but he was too lazy to ask and just enjoyed the moment.

Shifting gears, clutch, and accelerator—he enjoyed the romance of manhood in one smooth motion, roaring all the way to Z Road, where Abigail pointed to a used motorcycle dealership and stopped.

"Beautiful lady, are you really going to sell yourself?!"

The motorcycle dealership owner, who knew her well, said regretfully, "This motorcycle looks so beautiful on you."

"I’ve seen too many of those brainless internet celebrities. They’re all just gimmicks. Which one of them can maintain a motorcycle as well as you and keep it so clean?"

"Let alone women, there aren’t many men left. It would be such a waste to sell a motorcycle that people love so much."

Abigail’s eyes also showed reluctance, but she still said, "There’s no other way, I’m a little short on money lately... I’ll just go with your last price!"

"I can only offer six thousand, since these motorcycles are hard to sell now."

"Okay, here are the certificates. Just transfer them to me directly..."

She even put down her helmet. As she walked out of the store, Abigail looked a little melancholy and lost in thought, then reluctantly turned back to look at her beloved motorcycle one last time.

"Senior, are you that short of money?"

Ryan couldn’t help but ask.

Abigail lowered her head, gave a bitter smile, and said, "It’s not just that I sold the motorcycle; I even considered selling myself at the sales office. Now, I’m willing to do anything as long as I can raise the money."

Ryan was a little surprised: "Sell yourself? It can’t be that bad."

Abigail gave him a resentful look and said, "Junior, it’s not good to pretend you don’t know. A rich person like you can’t possibly not understand these unspoken rules."

"If you’re selling those luxury homes, who’d patronize you if you didn’t sleep with your customers?"

Ryan smiled sheepishly and said, "I’ve never actually tried that before, so I never had that idea. By the way, what did you call me out for?"

Abigail looked around and went into a small bar, and Ryan followed her in. It was a rather charming bar.

Instead of deafening DJ music, they played very relaxing saxophone music.

"Abigail is here!"

The shop owner seemed to know her well and greeted her casually.

Abigail nodded at him expressionlessly, then skillfully walked behind the bar, put on an apron, and began arranging the cups.

"You’re doing a part-time job here too?"

Ryan sat down and asked curiously.

While mixing drinks, Abigail laughed and said, "I’ve learned how to mix drinks. The owner of this small business is a motorcycle enthusiast, so I came here part-time to earn some extra money and also to mooch some drinks."

"A whiskey?"

Abigail asked casually.

Not to mention her height and temperament, as a bartender she gives off a particularly dashing vibe, just like the legendary leading lady.

Ryan nodded, and Abigail poured a glass of Black Label Whisky, added ice, and handed it to him. She also poured herself a glass.

After a light clinking of glasses and a sip between them, Abigail asked with a serious expression, "Junior, I’m always a straightforward person. Tonight, I just want to confirm with you: are you really planning to buy that villa?"