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.

tie your hair back?" Sean asked, his

exactly why my hair was loose-my hair clip had broken during our encounter in the changing room. Another thing to blame him for. We rode for nearly twenty minutes without any sign of Tristan and Jessica. As we approached a fork in the

are they?" I asked,

one shortcut trail." He pulled

go?"

to me?" I replied coldly,

victory-and to concluding this nightmare of an

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voice turned calculating. "Lawrence might take the shortcut to win. If we take it too and encounter them on that narrow path,

I didn't respond, Sean guided the horse toward the smallest trail. It was

are you doing?" I asked,

voice.

stated simply as the horse plunged onto the

wider than I had feared, but as we continued, it

horse moved with surprising agility, but several times I felt certain we would tumble off the edge. Each time, Sean's expert control pulled us

the horse's hooves sliding slightly on loose gravel. I bit 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 dependent

slumped against Sean's chest