The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 687:

The horse snorted, shifting uneasily, its hooves pawing at the dirt.

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

Horses were perceptive. This one could sense the game she was playing. It huffed a breath against her cheek, frustrated but intrigued.

“You want it?” she teased again, lifting the apple just beyond its reach.

Another deep snort. More stomping.

Corrine couldn’t help but chuckle.

She let the anticipation stretch for a moment longer before finally offering the apple.

The horse hesitated, and then, at last, accepted the fruit, crunching into it with visible satisfaction.

That was her moment. With fluid ease, Corrine tightened her grip on the reins, slid her left foot into the stirrup, and swung herself onto the horse’s back in one smooth motion.

onlookers. Stunned whispers rippled through

“Wait… what?”

horse

it thrown off a professional trainer

Corrine had mounted it as though it were the most natural thing in

with nothing more

available

been watching from a distance, looked as

proud, wild Akhal-Teke—the horse that had bested even the most seasoned riders—stood

What just happened?

succeeded where the professionals

just one

let a faint smile touch his

gleamed with something close

cousin was

her eyes. A flicker of something unreadable

How had this happened?