They fought side by side, winning glory as companions.
The all-white Gabriel, his coat exceptionally glossy, strode with his head held high, the very picture of an elegant, aristocratic gentleman.
Thomas Shannon took the reins and patted Gabriel’s head. Gabriel lowered his head to nuzzle him, uttering soft neighs.
With a vault, Thomas Shannon elegantly mounted the horse.
Sophie Sullivan was brought to the equestrian center by the man in black. There, she saw Thomas Shannon riding freely on his white horse.
The white horse was unbelievably beautiful, and the man riding it was as handso as a divine deity.
Together with the distant mountain peak and the nearby equestrian center, they ford a harmonious and beautiful scene.
Riding Gabriel, Thomas Shannon approached Sophie Sullivan. Gabriel raised his head high and neighed.
"May I touch him?" Sophie Sullivan looked up, a heartfelt admiration in her voice. "He’s so beautiful."
A wicked smile touched the corner of Thomas Shannon’s mouth. Looking down at her from his superior height, he slowly extended his hand toward her.
Is he inviting her?
Sophie Sullivan didn’t hesitate and extended her hand.
Suddenly, she was lifted into the air and settled securely in the saddle, her back pressed tightly against Thomas Shannon’s firm chest.
"Go ahead."
She leaned forward, almost half-sprawled, and reached out to touch Gabriel’s mane.
It was a bit coarse, yet exceptionally smooth.
Clearly, it was ticulously grood.
"Sit up straight, maniac." A flicker of desire flashed in Thomas Shannon’s eyes.
Sophie Sullivan paid him no mind, continuing to stroke Gabriel’s mane. "Young Master, what’s his na?"
"Gabriel."
"Don’t move." Thomas Shannon grasped her waist with one hand and the reins with the other. "Gabriel, go!"
Gabriel started to trot, CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP.
As they galloped, Thomas Shannon leaned close to her ear and chuckled, "Maniac, absolute obedience is the only path for you."
Is he threatening her?
Sophie gritted her teeth. Suddenly, she pried his hand from her waist and tried to jump off the horse.
Sensing her intention, Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened. Swiftly, he grabbed her tipping body and pulled her back.
He pressed her tightly against his chest.
"Do you want to die?"
"I don’t want to die; you’re forcing ."
Thomas Shannon tightened the reins. Gabriel gradually slowed his pace, easing into a leisurely stroll.
"I was just teasing you. Did you actually take it seriously?" This woman is quite spirited! Thomas Shannon realized for the first ti.
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