Thomas Shannon reached out and took her hand.
With his help, Sophie Sullivan stepped on the stirrup and swiftly mounted the horse.
She was practically sitting in Thomas Shannon’s embrace, her back pressed tightly against his chest, their bodies flush together.
"Where did you get this horse?"
Sophie Sullivan also grasped the reins and turned to look at him. "Dare to go faster?"
This was undoubtedly a provocation to any man!
Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened. "Hold on tight!"
The next second, he tugged the reins, and the steed instantly began to accelerate.
Galloping across the meadow, facing the wind, it felt as if by spreading her arms, she could intimately embrace it.
Lift her head, and she could merge into the blue sky.
Sophie Sullivan felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and ease. She boldly raised her hands and began to cheer.
Thomas Shannon’s brow furrowed, and he warned her in a deep voice from behind.
"You hold me!" Sophie Sullivan didn’t care; she spread her arms and continued to cheer with abandon.
The man’s arms finally circled her slender waist, holding her securely.
Their bodies rubbed and pressed close, the temperature between them climbing...
After an unknown amount of time, they arrived at a solitude place.
Thomas Shannon pulled the reins tight, and the horse stopped suddenly. Sophie Sullivan, who hadn’t had her fill of riding, turned her head in dissatisfaction. "Why did we stop?"
The moment she saw Thomas Shannon’s expression, Sophie Sullivan knew she had been too naive! Why had she so casually mounted his horse?
"Thomas Shannon, what are you trying to do?"
Thomas Shannon gripped her jaw with one hand, the corners of his mouth curving slightly, the desire in his eyes deepening. "You already know, don’t you? Hmm?"
The man’s handsome face gradually drew closer, and finally, his sexy thin lips landed on her sensitive earlobe.
Sophie Sullivan was frightened by his peculiar ways; her whole body trembled, and she tried to scramble off the horse.
Before she could jump, Thomas Shannon pulled her firmly into his embrace, holding her so tightly she couldn’t move.
"Thomas Shannon, you dare!"
"Save some energy. You’ll need it to cry out later."
Seeing Thomas Shannon ride off with the maniac, Charlie River grew anxious and wanted to go find them.
William Guillen, an experienced man, calmly stopped Charlie River. "Charlie, where are you going?"
"I’m going to find the Young Master."
"Don’t go." William Guillen smiled. "Going after Thomas Shannon at a time is just asking for death."
"Why?" Charlie River looked puzzled.
When the Young Master was out of their line of sight, he could be in danger; their duty was to protect his personal safety.
William Guillen shook his head and chuckled. "Charlie, it’s clear you’re inexperienced. Your Young Master specifically rode off far away with that maniac. If you chase after them now, isn’t that looking for death?"
Charlie River paused, then, understanding what William Guillen meant, he finally shut his mouth.
His expression was slightly awkward. "Young Master Guillen, how did you know that our Young Master..."
"I’m telling you from experience. Trust me, I’m right about this."
Charlie River hesitated, then nodded. "Alright, I’ll trust Young Master Guillen this once."
"You’ll definitely be grateful to me for this."