Boss, Your Wife is 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.

a low whistle. “Not bad. Who could have known

with

were often the most sincere, so even if Sonia had washed her hands off the Fuller

up at this.

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 Tyler away from

horse he had chosen and headed for a race

not wanting to get in the way of their race, Sonia led her horse toward the other

had ridden a horse, and she was getting rusty. She couldn’t even manage to get up on the saddle the first time, having

the same time you mount your foot on the stirrup, then as

right leg over

glare at him. “Are you actually telling me how to mount

did not deny this. “Try

for a beat or two but did

be great if she could get a free coaching

recalled what he had just told her

the horse successfully. There was a slight 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, she lost

expression shifted when he saw this, and he dismounted his horse, thereafter reaching out his arm to catch the falling

field below, and she was gearing up for the impact. However, the

did

rushed to her face instantly. “L-Let me go

and registered the embarrassed look 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

him with wide eyes.

response, then said, “Put

did as she

onto the saddle,” he continued, and again, she

of her waist and lowered himself slightly, then cupped her rump with one hand while lifting her right leg up with the other, working to

embarrassed at his blatant

a low voice, “H-Hey, do you mind taking your right hand

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

he paid no attention to how the position of his hand might be considered

to let go, though

backside without eliciting harsh admonishment, so he placed it on her thigh