NovelOnlineChapter 118-2 Chapter 118: Two Men's Bet-2 Despite my outward composure, my body betrayed me. The force of acceleration pushedfirmly against Sean, my hands instinctively gripping his thighs for stability. I hated the weakness, hated how my body remembered his-remembered the security of his embrace even as my mind rejected it.
"Why so quiet now?" Sean taunted, his breath hot against my ear. His arm heldsecurely, preventingfrom falling despite the breakneck pace.
I refused to respond, focusing instead on controlling my racing heart.
"Turn around and face me," Sean suggested, his voice holding an amused challenge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How is that even possible?" I snapped, irritation breaking through my resolve.
Sean's chest vibrated with a low chuckle. "I'll make you win," he promised, the words carrying an intensity that went beyond the race.
The Arabian stallion thundered along the designated track, its powerful strides eating up the distance. The cold wind whipped my long hair, occasional strands catching against Sean's neck.
"Why didn't you tie your hair back?" Sean asked, his voice tight with annoyance.
I bit my tongue, remembering exactly why my hair was loose-my hair clip had broken during our encounter in the changing room. Another thing to blhim for. We rode for nearly twenty minutes without any sign of Tristan and Jessica. As we approached a fork in the trail, my curiosity got the better of me.
"Where are they?" I asked, scanning the landscape.
"There are three routes to the summit," Sean explained. "Two official tracks and one shortcut trail." He pulled the horse to a stop at the junction. "Which way do you want to go?" "Why would that matter to me?" I replied coldly, though internally I was calculating the fastest route to victory-and to concluding this nightmare of an afternoon.
1/3 Chapter 118: Two Men's Bet-2 Sean's voice turned calculating. "Lawrence might take the shortcut to win. If we take it too and encounter them on that narrow path, things could get dangerous." When I didn't respond, Sean guided the horse toward the smallest trail. It was barely visible, winding up the hillside through dense trees.
"What are you doing?" I asked, alarm evident in my voice.
"Helping you win," Sean stated simply as the horse plunged onto the narrow path.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe shortcut initially seemed wider than I had feared, but as we continued, it narrowed treacherously, twisting sharply between rocks and trees. The horse moved with surprising agility, but several times I felt certain we would tumble off the edge. Each time, Sean's expert control pulled us back from disaster. My fingers dug into his forearms as we navigated a particularly sharp turn, the horse's hooves sliding slightly on loose gravel. I bit back a scream, hating my weakness, hating that after five years of building independence, one afternoon with Sean had reducedto this trembling and dependent on his protection.
By the tthe path widened again, I was exhausted from tension, my body slumped against Sean's chest despite my best efforts to maintain distance. The admission of defeat burned like acid in my throat.
Just as Sean had predicted, the shortcut brought us to the summit first. The red flag was still planted at the designated spot, with an elegantly wrapped gift box beside it.
I straightened myself, preparing to dismount and claim the flag. Without warning, Sean's 9. Sean's arms fighter Witho around me, pullingfirmly against his chest in an embrace that spoke of desperation more than victory.
In the stillness of the mountain peak, I could hear the powerful rhythm of om his heartbeat. Gone was the sardasm, the coldness, the aggression-replaced by raw emotion. as he held like I might disappear at any moment.
"Five years," he whispered against my hair, his voice as soft as the mountain breeze. "You finally cback." The words hung between us for a moment before dissipating into the wind.
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