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.

you tie your hair back?" Sean

had broken during our encounter in the changing room. Another thing to blame him for. We rode for nearly twenty minutes without

I asked, scanning

shortcut trail." He pulled the horse to a stop at

go?"

replied coldly, though internally

route to victory-and to concluding this

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take it too

guided the horse toward the smallest trail. It was barely visible, winding up the hillside through dense

doing?" I asked, alarm evident in

voice.

you win," Sean stated simply as the horse plunged onto

I had feared, but as we continued, it

with surprising agility, but several times I felt certain we would

a particularly sharp turn, 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

exhausted from tension, my body slumped