My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Bored Out of Her Mind

Molly stood at the door of the villa, pouting as she said, "Lucille, I want to go. too!"

In the past few days, she had been bored out of her mind.

Lucille waved her hand. "Come on, then.

"Yay!"

Molly happily rushed to Lucille's side. Obviously, she was already prepared. She was even carrying her favorite yellow duck bag.

Lucille walked out of the door with Molly.

The driving test she signed up for was a one-on-one lesson. t was also a deluxe package. She had written down all of her information when she signed up, so when Lucille left the house with Molly, she saw a car waiting by the side of the road. The young instructor in the car was looking up in their direction

That was the car.

Lucille walked over.

The instructor's name was Tom Kennedy, and he was only around 27 years old.

The moment he saw Lucille walking towards him, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He cleared his throat and asked, "Excuse me, are you Miss Lucille Jules?"

"Yes."

Lucille nodded.

Tom eagerly replied, "Let me teach you the basics about driving first, starting from simple things like holding the steering wheel and stepping on the gas pedal. Come on, get in the car." Lucille raised an eyebrow and sat in the driver's seat.

Tom went to the passenger seat on the other side and sat down so that he could hit the auxiliary brake at any time.

Molly poked her head out from the back row and blinked. "Lucille, I've fastened

my seat belt. You can drive however you want."

Molly meant it literally.

Even if Lucille were to start speeding down the road, it would be fine.

However, Tom thought that Molly was afraid, so he couldn't help laughing and said, "It's fine. There's an auxiliary brake here. If there is an emergency, I will ensure your safety."

"I'm just worried that you won't even be able to move your legs when the time comes..." Molly muttered.

Her voice was barely audible.

Lucille started the car, and the car slowly moved forward. However, the speed of the car remained at about 20 yards an hour. It was so slow that it couldn't even surpass the speed of a tricycle riding past them.

Tom nodded repeatedly. "Not bad, not bad. You've got a good grip on the steering wheel. That's right, just continue driving slowly like this. Press the accelerator lightly. Be sure not to get the accelerator and brake mixed up. You're doing well."

As Lucille drove, Tom kept giving her directions. In the end, he guided Lucille to drive the car to the desolate outskirts of the city.

It had a lot of space and the roads were wide. It was a good place to practice driving.

Tom felt both gratified and regretful. Usually, when he was teaching his students, he would get exhausted because they were such slow learners. However, Lucille, who was very talented, allowed him to teach her easily. However, that also left him without the chance to show off his skills.

He quietly observed Lucille and saw that her side profile was exquisite and flawless. Her long, swan-like neck was beautiful and elegant.

It was hard not to be affected by such a cold and distant beauty.

Lucille slowed down the car.

She glanced at the rearview mirror and saw two sports cars whistling behind her. Judging from the way their engines were roaring and the way they were speeding down the road, it seemed that they were racing. She purposely made way for them.

However, when the two sports cars came up beside her, they did not intend to leave. Instead, they surrounded her from left and right. The teenagers in the cars whistled and said with cheeky grins, "Hey, pretty girl

"Are you having driving lessons, pretty girl? Do you want me to teach you? I can belp you out?

Come on, pretty girl. Let's have some fun together."

They kept catcalling her.

The two sports cars were filled with rich playboys who had all the time in the world. Since they had set their sights on Lucille, they decided to flirt with her to the end

Tom was a little angry, but with how wide the road was, the two sports cars insisted on following them, so he couldn't drive them away. He could only say to Lucille, "Don't mind them, just pretend that you didn't hear anything. Just keep driving like normal."