Chapter 63

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Dominick said. He crouched in front of Marissa, trying to check if she was hurt.

Marissa, however, ignored her pain and threw herself into his arms. "Dom... I was so scared just now..." Her voice trembled as she clung to him.

Dominick hesitated, his arms awkwardly suspended in mid-air. But seeing her disheveled and crying so miserably, he finally softened. He wrapped his arms around her back and gently reassured her, "It's okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

As he spoke, his gaze instinctively flicked toward Paisley. She didn't so much as glance his way. By now, she had dismounted her horse and was laughing with her daughter. His face darkened at the sight, and he felt a faint pang of discomfort gnawing at him.

Grayson's sobbing voice broke the moment, asking, "How exactly did you fall off the horse, Marissa?" He looked genuinely concerned. At the same time, a sense of confusion lingered-after all, that white horse had been personally selected by their father. It couldn't possibly have gone wild.

"Yeah. Why would a

newly opened high-end club. Its clientele consisted exclusively of the elite, and to cater to them, every horse here had been meticulously chosen. While

Alexis' words immediately drew attention. With

moment. Her eyes were red as she choked out, "Ms. Sutton, I get that you wanted to win, but this was such a

really was her." Alexis shot to her feet, taking on the role of Marissa's fiercely loyal best friend. She stormed over

unimpressed. She handed Serena back to Maria and strolled over. Towering over Marissa, Paisley looked down at her messy state and sneered, "Are you saying I made you fall off

to stirring up drama between her and Dominick. She hadn't expected Marissa to stoop so low, to the

sure that fall earlier must have hurt Marissa badly. Luckily, the ground in that area

stoop. She had assumed that Marissa made the horse go berserk simply to disrupt

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