Byran had always been a big fan of competitions, so he eagerly suggested.
“Let's have a race, all four of us! From here to the end of that forest up front, first one there's the winner! What do you reckon?”
Belinda raised her hand, “I'm in!”
After everyone agreed, they spread out horizontally, each entering their own lane, making sure their starting points were aligned and ready to bolt.
“Ellinor.”
A deep male voice suddenly roared from behind them.
Ellinor was ready to run with Yvette when she heard her name. She turned around to see Theo, sitting on a glossy black horse, stationed not far away, looking at her with a stern face.
Dressed in an elegant and professional equestrian outfit, Theo looked noble and handsome.
Theo on the horse didn't resemble a prince but was more like a majestic king.
Ellinor was taken aback before asking, “Theo? What's up?”
“Come here.”
His tone was calm. It was not exactly a command, but it carried a sense of undeniable authority.
Ellinor frowned in confusion, guiding Yvette towards Theo, curious about what Theo was up to.
Belinda, Byran, and Haillie also turned around, watching with different thoughts.
Ellinor's horse stopped face to face with Theo's. She asked, “What's up, Theo? We were just about to start a race!”
They were sitting on their horses, facing each other, at a distance unreachable by stretching an arm.
Unsatisfied with the distance, Theo pulled the reins, moving his horse forward and aligning the horses' bodies just so he could look at Ellinor up close.
His gaze swept over Ellinor's slightly swollen ear, then dropped to her hand holding the reins.
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