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.

the ranch like they were in some epic showdown. The rush of it sent a thrill through her. "Charles, it looks like Peter and Sean are racing. Who are you

peeked over at Charles, who was strolling

looked up. "Peter, for

How can you tell?" Noelle's eyes

duo. "Is Peter that

better rider between you

sweeping over Noelle's face. "Why? Do you think I should

to?" Noelle

Noelle was not passionate about horse riding; it had been just a fleeting curiosity. He offered

check in with Peter, Sean