The engine roared to life, and as Eland twisted the throttle, the motorcycle sped off at a moderate speed. Eland gradually accelerated as the road cleared, allowing the wind to occasionally brush against them during their journey. Eland's smile never faded afterward, especially when he glanced at Anne's abdomen, where her hand still rested, holding onto him tightly.

"If you get tired, let me know."

The helmet he wore was equipped with a special communication device. He could have connected it to the headquarters, but for now, Eland just wanted to hear Anne's voice. He wanted to enjoy his time with the girl who had been occupying his thoughts for...