Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Boss Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce Again Chapter 130

Toby averted his gaze when he met Sonia’s clear and icy one, seemingly terrified that she might see through him. He looked elsewhere as he pointed out, “You shouldn’t go horseback riding when you’re this pale and sick!”

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to glance at Sonia’s face.

Charles was the first to speak up. “He’s right, darling. You really do look a bit pale. Are you still feeling the after-effects of carsickness?”

Sonia patted her own face self-consciously. “Am I really that pale?”

“Just a little bit,” Rebecca replied.

Sonia gave a small laugh. “Well then, I should be fine enough to ride a horse.”

Toby’s brows furrowed when he heard this, and there was a disapproving look etched on his face. As it turned out, she had very little regard for her pregnancy. Surely taking care of the baby is more important than riding a horse!

Just as he was about to forcefully keep her from horseback riding, Charles interjected, suggesting, “Darling, perhaps you should go back and get some rest. You can always ride a horse the next time. We wouldn’t want you to get another dizzy spell, would we?”

Toby nodded imperceptibly at this, pleased that Charles was being sensible this time instead of indulging Sonia’s every whim like he usually did.

However, Sonia was adamant as she grinned and said, “Come on, I’m perfectly fine! Besides, what’s the point of going back now that I’m already here? Relax, I won’t get my horse to break into a gallop-I’ll keep it on a gentle and steady trot instead.”

“Very well, then,” Charles agreed, having assessed that her suggestion was feasible enough. Then, he led her toward the stables where they could pick out their horses.

Meanwhile, Toby stared after them, and his face grew dark and somber.

For a moment there, he had been convinced that Charles was a sensible person, but the latter proved him wrong at the first chance he got. Seething, Toby thought, What does she see in a soft and fickle guy like him?

At the riding track in the distance, Tyler cupped his hands around his mouth as he called out to his brother, “Toby, come over here and let’s race!”

Toby gave his foolish brother an indifferent look before completely ignoring them, then got on his own horse to trot over to the other side of the tracks.

It didn’t take long for Sonia and Charles to pick out their horses.

Sonia was dressed in red jodhpurs, which juxtaposed beautifully with the gorgeous white mare she had picked out from the stables. It was hard for anyone not to take a picture of the visuals she presented.

Zane came toward her on his horse and let out a low whistle. “Not bad. Who could have known that you’d

was not particularly good with words, so he complimented lamely, “You look

if Sonia had washed her hands off the Fuller Family,

up at this. Sonia’s finally speaking

friendly conversation. He couldn’t help the bitterness

he had chosen

way of their race, Sonia led her horse toward the other side of

time she had ridden a horse, and she was getting rusty. She couldn’t even manage to get up on the saddle the first time, having nearly

the saddle at the same time you

leg over the

to glare at him. “Are you

deny this.

a beat or two but did not refuse to follow

horseback riding anyway, it would be great if she could get

what he had just told her and did as she was

right leg over the cantle-her hamstring was tight, and her right leg hung awkwardly on the saddle. Worst of all, she could not retract her leg, either. Before she knew it, she lost her center of gravity and

he saw this, and he dismounted his horse, thereafter reaching out

field below, and she was gearing up for the impact. However, the pain she had been expecting did not come, and she could even detect the faint scent of peppermint

did she realize

instantly. “L-Let me go right

in his eyes as he bent over to put her down on the ground, but he did not draw back his hand from where it rested in the curve of her waist. “Get a steady

at him with wide eyes. “You’ll propel

then said, “Put your left foot

did as she

the saddle,” he continued, and again, she did not

lowered himself slightly, then cupped her rump with one hand while lifting

flustered and embarrassed at his

a low voice, “H-Hey, do

her butt in his effort to support

he had been engrossed with helping her mount the horse, and he paid no attention to how the position of his hand might

he ought to let go, though admittedly,

on her backside without eliciting harsh admonishment, so he placed it on