Reeya didn't let go of the handle, using momentum she skied the bike because she knew that once she let go, her body would fly out immediately.

She lost control, slipping with the bike. In front of her was a railing to a steep valley, and she finally let go of the handle.

'Crash'Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

The motorbike crashed it and fell deep in the deep dark canyon.

At this time a smirk appeared on X's face. He intended to hit her bike at the right time, so sure that it will collide. 

Making her chase and fall was fun. 

Reeya was in the middle of the road when a headlight of another bike fell on her. The bike behind her was racing at full speed to her. In this darkness, it was hard to see a man lying on the ground.

With speed it rushed to her she was sure to be crushed by it. Reeya closed her eyes in panic.

------------

Rai Mansion,

Ira got back and placed her handbag on the sofa. Vivan was on the bed, with his laptop.

"Welcome back." He smiled at her.

She returned it, but it soon vanished as her sight fell on the bedside table.

There was a bowl of soup untouched. She went over and picked it up to find that it had gone cold.

"Why didn't you eat?" Ira asked.

"Eh... I forgot. No, I was waiting for you." Vivan smiled and nodded.

It's weird! How did she even see that? Vivan looked fl.u.s.tered.

"Waiting?" She caught his word. Was he waiting for her to feed him?

"Yes, it's cold now." He shrugged.

She wanted to say she will feed him, but then saw him fl.u.s.tered. Ira smirked. Her husband was giving excuses like a kid.

Ira got a maid to boil the soup again. "I am not hungry." Vivan tried to escape.

The soup was medicative. Lamb leg bone broth with herbs had all calcium and vitamins needed for bone healing. But it's taste wasn't liked by Vivan.

Meanwhile, she washed up. When the hot soup was placed in front of him, there was no escape. Ira sat down, got the bowl, and took a spoonful.

After carefully simmering and blowing on it, she reached out to feed him.

With no route of escape, Vivan drank a sip of this medicated soup. His face turned ugly, and he shook his head.

Frankly, this medication was bland; he didn't like to drink.

"Drink.."

"Wifey~ I will drink it later."

"Drink~"

"It's hot. I will drink later."

The taste was unpalatable.

"If you don't drink it now. You won't get anything to eat tomorrow. And I will be cooking some cakes and pies," she said in a cold voice. Her face showed resoluteness. This broth helped healing and fast recovery.

"You..." He was left dumbfounded. Vivan didn't expect such a change. Where was his wife who spoiled him and did everything he wanted?

"Babies, you see your mother. She is bullying your dad." He pointed at her and sulked. "Will you feed our kids the same way?"

"Of course." This matter was not open to dispute. She picked the spoon and handed it to him. "Drink,

That's right! That's the mom mode activated! She got to be strict when it's required.

And not spoil her husband and kids needlessly.

With Vivan's att.i.tude, she was sure he would spoil them rotten.

Ira moved to the windows and opened the dense curtains and welcomed the warm red sun. She sat on the rocking chair and looked at the colorful garden from the gla.s.s, the sun was red and the night was about to arrive. 

Even if her eyes were looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her, her attention was on Vivan. Though she didn't want him to realize that or he will act up in front of her, whining not to drink his soup. These days this sensible man whined and complained like a kid.