The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 182: Alice, You’re Naughty Again

Noah had lost.

But—wasn't John's speed way too fast?

She remembered riding with him before. He'd been calm and steady, never in a rush. She had no idea he was capable of riding that fast.

Wait...

Could it be that he had fallen behind halfway, realized he couldn't win, and decided to turn back early to save face?

Yes. That must be it.

After all, logically, it was impossible to complete such a long-distance ride in such a short amount of time on a regular bike. Even professional racers wouldn't manage it—much less someone on a bicycle.

Emily, of course, had no idea that John's bike was actually a magical instrument. If she had, she wouldn't have been this surprised.

"John... I get it now," Emily said softly.

Then, acting on impulse, she stepped forward, rose on tiptoe, and pressed a kiss to his lips. Her cheeks flushed a brilliant red, her gaze soft and smoldering, as though silently telling him he could do anything he wanted.

Her heart raced with conviction. To her, John's agreement to race—even knowing he might lose—meant only one thing: he was willing to visit the Wood Family and propose marriage tomorrow. He just couldn't bring himself to say it aloud because of his pride.

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If John knew what she was thinking, he would've laughed and said: "Girl, you're thinking too much."

But for now...

A lingering sweetness still clung to his lips.

John licked them thoughtfully, savoring the taste.

Seeing that, Emily grew even more convinced. Her thoughts ran wild: We should go upstairs together and take the next step. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone to call Noah.

"Don't come back," she told him, hiding her eagerness. "Just go straight home. Use your motorcycle."

But the moment the call connected, Noah's voice cried out from the other end—miserable and aggrieved.

"Emily! Doctor Lopez isn't even human! He wasn't riding a bike—he was riding a goddamn rocket!"

"What?" Emily blinked. "You mean... John won?"

Noah groaned. "I didn't even see his shadow!"

Emily was speechless.

What have I done...?

Just moments ago, she'd put on a whole internal monologue, convinced herself that John had lost, and even kissed him proudly like she was rewarding him for trying. All of it—a one-woman performance. And the worst part? John hadn't corrected her.

Which made her more anxious.

He's probably waiting to tease me when Noah returns!

Emily was now caught in a whirlwind of embarrassment and confusion. Her mind ached from trying to make sense of it all.

Then, suddenly, loud noises crackled through the phone.

"Noah? What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

"I got unlucky, Emily! I got stopped by a traffic cop!" Noah cried. "He said I was overspeeding and disturbing the peace. Just as I stopped, your call came through. I gotta go pay the fine—talk later!"

Emily had no choice but to hang up and mutter a silent prayer for her poor brother.

"Noah got caught by the traffic police," she muttered with a sheepish expression.

"I know," John said coolly. "The officer wanted to arrest me at first."

Later, Noah called back again, sounding like he was about to cry.

"Emily, they towed my motorcycle! Said it wasn't street-legal!"

"Good! You lost the race fair and square," Emily snapped. "From now on, you're staying home and helping Dad with the business. No more running wild!"

"No! My Ghostfire motorcycle! My youth—my freedom—it's all gone!" Noah wailed. "Wait, I've got it! I'll take up cycling! Doctor Lopez can be my mentor! Emily, ask him to ride his bike over here and pick me up! I need to learn from him tonight!"

"Fuck off!" Emily exploded. "Take a taxi and go home. If you dare show up at River Apartment again, I'll have Dad break your legs!"

"You traitor!" Noah accused. "You see a handsome man and abandon your own brother! You're nothing but a face-judger!"

"Don't let me see your face again tonight!" she barked and ended the call without hesitation.

Then she turned back toward John and smiled sweetly. "John, lock up your precious bike. Let's go upstairs."

They took the elevator to the fifth floor.

When they reached Emily's door, she turned and asked with a coy expression, "Would you like to come in... and have a cup of tea?"

There was something eager in her eyes—an unspoken invitation behind her words.

But John narrowed his gaze and replied, "I think I'd better take a shower next door."

"Alright..." Emily murmured, clearly disappointed.

She had half a mind to suggest they shower together, but before she could voice it, John had already gone into the apartment next door and closed the door behind him.

What she didn't know was that there was another reason for John's sudden exit.

Inside, the lights were bright.

This was his first time stepping into the River Apartment, but Alton Wood had made good on his promise—everything was fully prepared. Even the clothes in the wardrobe were tailored to fit John perfectly.

It was clear Alton had gone above and beyond.

John made his way to the balcony.

"Hyaah!"

Suddenly, a girlish war cry rang out.

Before he could react, a slender leg came sweeping toward his head in a perfect sideways arc.

It was white, smooth, and flawlessly shaped.

Without missing a beat, John raised his hand and caught the ankle mid-air. With a fluid motion, he lifted her leg high above her head and pressed forward. In one swift move, he pinned her slender body against the wall.

"Alice," he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips. "You're naughty again."