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.

horse and let out a low whistle.

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

off the Fuller Family, she still flashed Tyler a warm smile as she quipped, “You have good

up at this. Sonia’s

conversation. He couldn’t help the bitterness that surged through him, and he was seized with an impulse to drive

Charles rode out on the horse he had chosen and headed for a race

race, Sonia led her

was getting rusty. She couldn’t even manage to get up on the saddle the first time,

rode over. “Grab onto the saddle at the same time you mount your foot on the stirrup, then as you

leg

him. “Are you actually telling me how

this. “Try

a beat or two but did not refuse

she was here for horseback riding anyway, it would be great if she could get a free coaching session in the process. As such, she did not feel

had just told her and did as she

the horse successfully. There was a slight mishap when she tried to flip her 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

shifted when he saw this, and he dismounted his horse, thereafter reaching out his arm to

the impact. However, the pain she had been expecting did not come, and she

eyes doubtfully, and only then did she realize that Toby was carrying

face instantly. “L-Let

on the ground, but he did not draw

at him with wide eyes. “You’ll propel me

stoically in response, then said, “Put

did as

onto the saddle,” he continued, and again, she

and lowered himself slightly, then cupped her rump with one hand while lifting her right leg up with the other, working to

embarrassed at

a low voice, “H-Hey, do you

which was placed firmly on her butt in his effort to support her mounting the horse. Struck by sudden

he paid no attention to how the

ought to let go, though

her backside without eliciting harsh