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.

at the first chance he got. Seething, Toby thought, What does she see in a soft and fickle guy like

mouth as he called

before completely ignoring them, then got on his

for Sonia and Charles to pick

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

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

good with

compliments were often the most sincere, so even if Sonia had washed her hands off the Fuller Family, she still flashed

at this. Sonia’s finally speaking

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

he had chosen and headed for

their race, Sonia led

she had ridden a horse, and she was getting rusty. She couldn’t

sight of this, Toby frowned and rode over. “Grab onto the saddle at the same time you mount your foot on the stirrup, then as you spring,

him. “Are you actually telling me how to mount my

not deny this. “Try it

or two but did not refuse to follow

would be great if she could get a free coaching session in the

told her and did as she

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,

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

impact. However, the pain she

only then did she realize that

instantly.

on her face. Amusement glittered 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 footing and I’ll propel

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

hummed stoically in response, then said, “Put your

as

he continued, and again,

of her waist and lowered himself slightly, then cupped her rump with one hand while lifting her right leg

and embarrassed

man behind her in a

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

helping her mount the horse, and he paid no attention

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