The More the Merrier

Chapter 1029

Benjamin chose a white horse slightly smaller than the rest for Arissa. “Take this one.”

She nodded. After the manager led the horse out of its stall, Benjamin began showing her the ropes. “Pet it here. Get to know it a little.”

Mimicking him, she caressed the horse's muzzle. It was docile indeed and appeared to enjoy being petted by her. It even nuzzled her palm affectionately.

Giggling, she remarked, “It looks happy, doesn't it?”

Benjamin's thin lips curved into a smile when he saw how delighted she looked. “It probably likes you a lot! Do you want to try and mount it?”

“Okay!” Arissa responded eagerly. Holding onto the saddle, she put one foot into the stirrups and hoisted herself onto the horse nimbly.

Benjamin had wanted to help her up but was surprised when he saw her positioning herself on the horse. He teased, “I didn't expect you to be so skilled.”

She laughed and countered, “I may not be very good at horseback riding, but it's not like I've never done it before. I do still know how to mount a horse. Hurry up and lead your horse over.”

“That can wait,” he said. Taking the reins, he guided Arissa's horse a short distance. After ensuring everything was fine, he passed her the reins and reminded her, “Don't go too fast. Just let it walk along like this. Oh, and don't hit its rump!”

sat atop the horse's back. “Got it. Hurry along,

manager to

he fixed his gaze on

she got her horse to stand still and said, “I don't know how to ride, so I won't dare to do anything funny. You

down from the back of a horse is rather

bring out his horse, swung himself onto it,

the spirited steed she had seen earlier. It had not been that obvious inside the stable, but now that the horse was outside, she

admiration in her eyes, he was secretly pleased. “Do you want to ride

to,” she replied with a sheepish

it a go after you've gotten the hang of riding,” he said, looking at her with a twinkle in his

horse was somewhat afraid of Black Wind. Hence, she let Benjamin ride

and it broke into a trot. However, it quickly grew bored of the pace. He asked, “I'm going to do a few laps. Will you be okay on your

speed,” she answered. Her hands were gripping the reins tightly. She really dared not go any faster, for horse rides tended to get

on her own, Benjamin urged Black Wind into a gallop. She gazed at the man on horseback in utter