LittleNovelChapter 686: What did the horse do to deserve this? Jules lit a cigarette, his expression unreadable. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost indifferent.
"Choose. Your life or the horse." His gaze was lowered, his features unreadable, but the shift in his aura was unmistakable.
The easygoing nonchalance had disappeared, replaced by something darker, something dangerous.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPaul swallowed, the weight of the choice settling over him. His answer cswiftly.
"It's just a horse. How could it possibly be more important than her safety?" Turning to a staff member, Paul gave a firm signal.
"Go get the gun from my office." The horse was restless, shifting uneasily as if the very air around it made its skin crawl. It clearly resented the presence of strangers, its ears flicking back in irritation whenever an unfamiliar hand reached too close.
The moment it caught a whiff of Corrine's scent, it let out an agitated snort, stamping its hooves against the ground, its muscles bunching as though ready to bolt.
The staff member beside Corrine gripped the reins tighter, his knuckles whitening. He wasn't about to give the animal any leeway-not with the way it was acting. One wrong move, and this beast could turn unpredictable.
"Miss, perhaps you should try another horse?" he suggested cautiously, his gaze sweeping over Corrine. She looked elegant-too refined for a creature like this. After a brief pause, he added, Primary source → gal"To be honest, this one is the hardest to tame. It's wild, temperamental. Just yesterday, the trainer let his guard down for a second and got thrown. They say he broke his leg." If she had been a man, he might have held his tongue. But Corrine, with her delicate frand composed demeanor, made him uneasy. If she fell, it wouldn't just be a nasty tumble-it could ruin her.
"Give the reins to me," she said, extending her hand.
The staff member hesitated, then reluctantly handed over the reins.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCorrine took the reins in one hand and reached out with the other, gliding her fingers gently over the horse's forehead. Instead of forcing her presence on it, she leaned in to rest her face lightly against its mane.
Something in her touch must have worked. The stamping stopped, though the steady huff of its nostrils betrayed its lingering defiance.
Their eyes met. A memory surfaced-Jacob's old words drifting back like a whisper in the wind.
"Only by taming a wild horse can you ride with its wild spirit."
Untamed, a wild horse would do everything in its power to throw its if you rider. But if you endured, earned its trust-it would carry you like no other. Corrine shook the thought away and turned to the staff member.
"Bringan apple."
He blinked but obeyed, hurrying off and returning moments later with the fruit in hand.
Corrine held it just within the horse's line of sight, then moved it teasingly ve closer to its nose.
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