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    “Then,” he drawled yfully, his tone teasing, “Isn’t it my turn now?”


    Before Rachel could respond, a familiar voice cut through the moment.


    “Oh? Looks like I’mte, and someone beat me to it!”


    Yvonne rolled in on a sleek ck and gold motorcycle, her entrance impossible to ignore. Dressed in striking red and ck riding gear, she exuded energy and confidence.


    Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her back, catching the light as she moved.


    With an effortless flick of her wrist, she tucked a few loose strands behind her ear, her stylish boots clicking against the floor as she strode forward.


    “Yvonne!” Rachel’s face lit up the moment she saw her.


    Yvonne pulled her into a tight embrace.


    “Rachel, happy birthday!”


    Rachel gave her a pointed look.


    “I told you, if you couldn’t make it, don’t push yourself. Safety first.”


    Yvonne had recently developed an obsession with motorcycles, evenpeting in a few races.


    “No way! It’s your birthday. Even if I didn’t win, I had to make it back in time.”


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    She then shot a nce at An, cleared her throat, and turned back to Rachel with a smirk.


    “So, sweetheart, are you leaving with me? Or… is someone else taking you home?”


    Rachel yfully pinched her.


    “There’s nothing going on between An and me.”


    Yvonne grinned knowingly.


    “Sure. But just because there’s nothing now doesn’t mean there won’t be in the future. Take tonight as a chance to get closer. An is gentle, refined—the perfect gentleman. You two would be great together. I’m fully on board, so I won’t be ying third wheel tonight.”


    She set down her gift, tugged her motorcycle helmet over her head, then shot Rachel a wink before turning on her heel with ir.


    Her dramatic exit, however,sted less than ten seconds.


    Norton caught up with her.


    With Yvonne constantly wrapped up in her motorcycle adventures, she was rarely home these days.


    Norton had been struggling to see her, and now that he’d finally found her, he had no intention of letting her slip away so easily.


    “Yvonne, stop right there!” he called out, his frustration clear.


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