The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 118-2

Chapter 118: Two Men's Bet-2

Despite my outward composure, my body betrayed me. The force of acceleration pushed me firmly against Sean, my hands instinctively gripping his thighs for stability. I hated the weakness, hated how my body remembered his-remembered the security of his embrace even as my mind rejected it.

"Why so quiet now?" Sean taunted, his breath hot against my ear. His arm held

me securely, preventing me from falling despite the breakneck pace.

I refused to respond, focusing instead on controlling my racing heart.

"Turn around and face me," Sean suggested, his voice holding an amused challenge.

"How is that even possible?" I snapped, irritation breaking through my resolve.

Sean's chest vibrated with a low chuckle. "I'll make you win," he promised, the words carrying an intensity that went beyond the race.

The Arabian stallion thundered along the designated track, its powerful strides eating up the distance. The cold wind whipped my long hair, occasional strands catching against

Sean's neck.

hair back?"

thing to blame him for. We

are they?" I asked,

one shortcut trail." He pulled

go?"

me?" I replied coldly, though internally I was

to concluding this nightmare of

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we take it too and encounter them on that narrow path, things

toward the smallest trail. It

are you doing?" I

voice.

simply as

seemed wider than I had

but several times I felt certain we would tumble off the edge. Each time, Sean's expert

back a scream, hating my weakness, hating that after five years of building independence, one afternoon with Sean had reduced me to this trembling and

widened again, I was exhausted from tension, my body slumped against Sean's