The Cherished Wife

"Didn't you want to come?" Peter shot Sean a cool look. "You chose this. You can't blame anyone else for your misery." His tone was icy, and he did not bother to sugarcoat his words.

After being subjected to Charles and Noelle's lovey-dovey act and now getting a verbal jab from Peter, Sean decided he had had enough. He was done with this hangout. With his head held high, he walked off. Peter squinted, taking in his surroundings as memories of Tania flooded his mind. They had ridden wildly here once, and she had promised to stay by his side forever.

Tania, Tania! Three years had gone, but she was still not back!

Charles picked out a super calm horse for Noelle since it was her first time in the saddle. He was worried she might freak out or not be able to handle the horse, so he stuck close, holding the reins. Noelle, perched on the horse, gently patted its neck. "Charles, this one's a sweetheart!"

"Yep!" Charles glanced up, seeing Noelle's grin. "Should I let go and see how you do?"

"Sure!"

With Charles cheering her on, Noelle took the reins and rode a bit on her own. She was not nearly as terrified as she thought she would be. The horse seemed to understand her, and it was pretty friendly, too.

reality, she saw Sean and Peter tearing across the ranch like they were in some epic showdown. The rush of it sent a thrill through her. "Charles,

Charles, who was

up. "Peter, for

How can you tell?" Noelle's eyes

distant duo. "Is

better rider between

eyes playfully sweeping over Noelle's face. "Why? Do you think I should throw down a

to?"

was going very well. Charles could tell that Noelle was not passionate about horse riding; it had

in with Peter,