"You can still ride a bicycle?" Looking at him ahead, Summer Sutton found it somewhat unbelievable.
In her eyes, a man like Manuel Ink should only be into supercars, yachts, or even planes.
He probably never had the chance to touch something like a bicycle his whole life.
Her remark only made Manuel Ink chuckle lightly.
"Hold on tight." Without answering her question, he just reminded her, as he rode with her around the flower fields.
His pace was slow enough for Summer Sutton to take clear pictures.
They spent over two hours near the flower fields. On their way back to the inn, Manuel Ink stopped the bike and went to a nearby shop to buy two bottles of water.
Summer Sutton waited outside for him.
While waiting, her gaze casually swept over the surroundings.
This small town she was in was quiet, usually occupied by vacationers, with only a few people on the long street.
As Summer Sutton looked over, a figure appeared at the end of the street.
