Chapter 89:
She was desperate to escape the premises and Jordy’s potential grasp. Jordy, fuming with indignation, exclaimed, “What the hell? I risked my life to save her, and all she has is a measly thanks?”
Isabella, witnessing the scene, glared at Sylvie but internally mocked Jordy—had Jordy really expected his heroics to win Sylvie’s affection? But she kept her thoughts to herself, satisfied as long as Sylvie remained uninterested in Jordy.
“Maybe you should get yourself examined by a doctor as well,” suggested Isabella.
Jordy, still simmering, agreed without fuss. “Alright,” he replied.
He believed Isabella was still the person who was treating him the best.
As the championship final loomed, Brenna and Alex both decided to use the same horses from the previous round.
Among the other eight finalists, decisions varied; some opted for fresher horses, banking on better stamina, while others, like Brenna, valued the established connection and rhythm with their current mounts.
The tension was palpable; eyes full of challenge were fixed on Alex, everyone eager to dethrone him.
Completely absorbed, Brenna stood by her horse, caressing its mane and murmuring words of encouragement, oblivious to her surroundings.
This disregard made Ethan feel invisible. Wasn’t it obvious he was there just for her?
Beside Ethan, Rosie offered a light smile and suggested, “Ethan, why don’t we head to the stands? It’s a better view from there.”
Ethan, uninterested in leaving, dismissed her suggestion. His cool demeanor intact, he replied, “No, you go on. I need to speak with Brenna.”
𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣: 𝔤𝓪𝗅ⲛ𝓞ⱱ𝖊𝗅𝓈﹒𝖼𝗈𝗆
Rosie, slightly irritated, said to Brenna sharply, “Brenna, Ethan is trying to get your attention. Are you even listening? How dare Brenna ignore Ethan!”
Rosie nudged Brenna in anger.
Brenna, caught off guard, turned to them, confused. “Sorry, what was that?” she asked.
Rosie, turning to Ethan, complained, “Did you see? She didn’t hear a word.”
Ethan chose to prioritize Brenna’s preparation. He approached Brenna with an apologetic expression. He said, “I picked a terrible time to talk. I know talking to your horse helps with your synergy and performance. I’m sorry for interrupting. Focus on your race, and when you win the finals, let’s celebrate.” His apology was genuine.
Brenna nodded in acknowledgment. “Alright.”
Both Rosie and Neville were dumbfounded, having never seen Ethan offer an apology like that before.
Ethan had really just taken the initiative to apologize to Brenna.
It was downright shocking.
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