My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 199

Today’s shoot was titled “Phoenix at the Races“, focusing on the nail–biting rivalry between two teams of jockeys and capturing Phoenix’s masterful strategies from an elevated platform. However, as Kevin admired the stunning scenery, he felt it was a shame not to showcase Phoenix’s grace. He turned to Xanthea with a proposal.

“Xan, I just got an idea. How about we add a scene where you ride out to greet the winning team? It’d highlight both Phoenix’s commanding presence and your leadership style, adding depth to your

character.”

“Uh,” Xanthea hesitated, meeting his expectant gaze, but eventually nodded, “Okay.”

She had learned horseback riding as a child but had fallen off once, nearly breaking a bone, which had since kept her away from horses.

But that was years ago, it should be fine; besides, the horses at the stables seemed gentle enough.

Orlov Trotter brought over. Xanthea stepped into the stirrups and settled into the saddle, the horse calmly accepting her without

three, two,

her legs. Just as the Orlov Trotter began to move, a balloon tied to a nearby

“Ah!!!”

to the time when she was thrown off by a crazy

spooked! Clear the way! Everyone, move!” “Phoenix is still on the horse! What do we do now? How do we

a tall figure swiftly mounted the Alpha Stallion, held the

“Ah!!”

about, her clothes in disarray, trees whirling past

pressing her shaky frame against a firm chest. A deep, soothing voice calmed her,

her panicked grip on the rein caused the Orlov Trotter to rear up dramatically, throwing

of the expected pain, she felt as though she had fallen into a forest beneath a