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.

a stunning white Orlov Trotter brought over. Xanthea stepped into the stirrups and settled into the saddle, the horse

three, two,

legs. Just as the Orlov Trotter began to move, a balloon tied to a nearby fence burst with a loud bang, startling the horse. It reared up, neighing loudly, and then took off like

“Ah!!!”

terrified Xanthea, flashing her back to the time when she was thrown off by a crazy horse as she was young. She gripped the reins tightly, her face drained of

way! Everyone, move!” “Phoenix is still on the horse! What do we do

tall figure swiftly mounted the Alpha Stallion, held

“Ah!!”

and erratic, tossing Xanthea about, her clothes in disarray, trees whirling past her vision, the wind whooshing by

thrown off, strong arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, pressing her shaky frame against a firm chest. A deep, soothing

the Orlov Trotter to rear up dramatically, throwing

galloping horse. Instead of the expected pain, she felt as though she had fallen into a forest beneath a