Chapter 119


    “My real name is…” “Madame,” the waiter intruded into their space, “any more orders?”


    Reba and Jane red at him. “O-Okay. I’lle backter,” he walked away without making any


    sound.


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    Jane turned her head fast and looked at Benjamin. “So, you were saying…” He looked into Reba’s


    eyes. “It’s Benjamin Wolfe. That’s my real name.” A second of silence passed, not counting the noise of


    the breeze and the sounds of the street. “So much suspense for nothing,” Jane blurted out. “Aren’t both


    the names almost the same?”


    Reba stayed silent, but she was feeling a lot better now. After all, she was so d to hear that his


    real first name was Benjamin, a name which had a special ce in her heart, one which she had grown


    attached to.


    “Yeah, but…” Benjamin was trying to exin himself.


    “You don’t need to say more,” Reba stopped him. “You must have had your reasons for hiding your


    family name, so you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t feel like it.”


    Benjamin didn’t want to tell about his past in front of Jane, so he nodded in return. “Thanks, I’ll tell you


    about my whole past soon, at a more appropriate time.” “Then, what about the whole thing with Ashley?”


    Reba stressed thest word.


    “That’s a lie. She’s a liar,” Benjamin was quick to respond. “I can prove it to you.”


    “You can?”


    “Just wait,” he then showed her the voice recording he did when had spoken with Ashley outside a lodge.


    From the conversation, it became clear that Ashley was lying when she said she had sex with Benjamin


    multiple times.


    Reba felt so happy but also quite guilty at the same time. Tears welled up in her eyes as she


    remembered how her father and brother had beaten him on that day. “I’m so sorry…” her voice struggled


    to break out of her mouth. She was genuinely sad.


    Seeing her so vulnerable, like a little bird that needed caring, Jane’s mouth turned down, she was about


    to give her a tissue paper, but Benjamin got out of the seat and hugged her.


    “It’s okay,” he wrapped his arms around her head andforted her. “I forgot what happened that day,


    but if you cry, I won’t be able to ever forgive them.”


    “I’m really sorry,” Reba still kept crying.


    Seeing the two of them like that, Jane felt like she was totally left out of the conversation.( They are such


    love birds.)


    By the time they calmed down and Benjamin sat back in his seat, Jane finished eating. “My


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    work here is over, so I’ll get going.” Neither of them stopped her, and she secretly hated that. “What do


    you want to eat?” Reba asked him. “You choose,” he said.


    She picked up the menu and ordered Smoked Bison Ribs for him while she ordered ck Beans Burger


    for herself. However, when the orders arrived, Benjamin made her share both the burger and the ribs.


    Reba felt much better after eating.


    “Before you go home, shall we go for a ride?” asked Benjamin.


    “On your bike?” Reba was pleasantly surprised, but she also quickly nodded. “Sure.” She had never


    sat on a bike before, so she felt both anxious and excited at the same time. When the waiter came with


    the bill, Benjamin gave him his tinum card. “No, I’ll pay the bill,” she said. “It’s okay,” Benjamin replied.


    “I don’t mean to insult you, but it’s going to be costly,” Reba persuaded, “the reservation here costs


    1000 dors per hour. And I booked this table for the whole day, from 9 to 8, so it’ll be 11,000 dors just


    for sitting at the table.” “It’s okay,” Benjamin just replied with an added smile and patted her hand.


    The total bill was 13,600 dors, out of which 250 dors was paid for parking Reba’s car. It wasn’t an


    amount Benjamin couldn’t pay, but it was still equal to two to three months of his sry, so she felt bad


    for making him spend now. To add to that, Benjamin paid 400 dors in tips. The waiter thanked them


    both as he only received at an average of 10 dors per table. As they were leaving, she asked, “You


    bought the bike, didn’t you? Did you take out a loan for


    it??


    “No, I paid.” “You paid? How?” She knew that her mother took a lot of money from him whenever she


    could, so he couldn’t have saved much. Benjamin tapped his cheek with his finger.


    “What?” she seemed a little puzzled by his reply.


    “I’ll tell you if you give me a kiss.” “Huh,” her smile challenged him, “I will kiss you twice if your driving


    impresses me.” “Really?” Benjamin’s face lit up like that of a child.


    “I don’t take my words back,” she said a little proudly. Benjamin locked the helmet at the back of the


    vehicle before getting on and starting the engine using the kick-start. The nearby men were quite


    surprised to see the kick-start facility in the Harley Davidson bike. “Why does his bike have a kick-start?


    Is it a customized model?”


    Shadow, who was eating at another table in the outdoor restaurant, was smiling. “That’s the bike my lord


    stole from his father. It’s a priceless bike in my opinion.”


    Reba got on to the bike and hesitantly put her hands on Benjamin’s shoulders. Maybe because he


    was wearing the jacket, he didn’t show any reaction. “Shall I start?” he asked.


    “Mm,” she nodded. The bike took off at a steady pace. There was traffic in that street, so he went slow.


    Reba felt tense for the first couple of minutes as her focus was on not falling from the bike. After she


    got used to it, she began to feel morefortable. Still and all, she never thought her first bike ride


    would be with her husband. It made her heart flutter as though she had achieved something. One thing


    she could see clearly from there was the shape of his head, and his hairs were dense, so he was


    definitely not going to get a bald head, she thought.


    Her gaze shifted to his ears, and she remembered Jane once telling her how she tricked the guy she had


    a crush on by asking him for a bike ride and talking right into his ear and bringing him into the mood.


    Reba had told her it wasn’t the right thing to do, but then Jane replied that men also turned women on


    with their skillful bike rides.


    (He won’t do anything like that now, would he?) she wondered. (I mean, I’m not his girlfriend. I’m his wife.


    His demeanor has mostly always been gentle, so maybe I’m just overthinking.)


    They could see two paths ahead. One was a wide street, and the other was rtively narrow. “Which


    way?” he asked. “Why are you asking?” she asked back. “The wider one has many turns and speed


    bumps because of the schools.” “It’s okay. You can enter the wider street,” she said, having no clue she


    would regret her decision big time.