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

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

this.

too far away, Toby was seated on his saddle as he watched the three of them engage in friendly conversation. He couldn’t help the bitterness that surged through him, and he was seized with an impulse to drive both Zane and

Charles rode out on the horse he had chosen and headed

of their race, Sonia led her horse toward the other

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

the saddle at the same time

leg

glare at him. “Are you actually telling me

deny this.

for a beat or two but

get a free coaching session in the

told her and

the cantle-her hamstring was tight, and her right leg hung awkwardly on

and he dismounted his horse, thereafter reaching out his arm to catch the

up for the impact. However, the pain she had been expecting did

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

instantly. “L-Let me

eyes as he bent over to put her down on the ground, but he did not draw back his hand

gaped at him with wide

then said, “Put your left foot on

did as

and again,

cupped her rump with one hand while lifting her right leg up with the other, working to propel her onto the

and embarrassed at

behind her in a low voice, “H-Hey, do

at the right hand in question, which was placed firmly on her butt in his effort to support her mounting the horse. Struck by sudden comprehension, he raised

horse, and he paid no attention to how the position

to let go, though admittedly, he did

could not keep his hand on her backside without eliciting harsh admonishment, so he placed it on her thigh