Chapter 1147:

Elyse managed a weak smile. “Go ahead. I’ll watch you from here.”

Edward’s grin widened. “Oh? Well then, I’d better make it a good show.”

With a slight tug on the reins, Edward’s horse sprang into action, its powerful strides eating up the ground.

The riding coach observed for a moment before turning to Elyse. “He’s a real pro, that one.”

Though Elyse didn’t fully appreciate the nuances of Edward’s skill, his mastery was evident. She nodded in agreement. “It’s no wonder he rides so well. He was born for this.”

At that moment, Elyse grasped the fundamental difference between them. For Edward, horseback riding was as natural as breathing, a source of deep joy. For her, it was merely a fleeting experience—something she’d likely never pursue again without prompting.

This disparity, Elyse realized, was just one of many between them. Their opinions diverged on countless matters, big and small. Some people find pleasure in certain activities, while others remain indifferent.

She pondered how couples in love often compromise, learning to adjust and embrace each other’s preferences. She was willing to change, but because of that, she knew she couldn’t provide Edward with the happiness he sought in love.

As this epiphany washed over her, she finally understood her true feelings toward Edward. While she didn’t love him, she had no desire to cause him pain.

Lost in thought, she absently gripped the reins, resolving to have an honest conversation with Edward at the first opportunity. Suddenly, her reverie was shattered as her horse became agitated, spooked by an unseen threat.

Before the coach could intervene, the animal bolted.

Elyse’s scream pierced the air as she was jolted violently, the horse charging off at breakneck speed.

Edward, far ahead, remained oblivious to her plight. As her mount thundered in panic, terror gripped Elyse. Her mind went blank. Instinct took over as she clung desperately to the reins, fighting to stay mounted. Just when it seemed lost, a figure in black riding gear appeared, astride a midnight-black steed.

As Elyse teetered on the brink of being thrown, the man’s strong arm effortlessly pulled her onto his own horse.

Trembling uncontrollably, her face ashen with fear, Elyse found herself pressed firmly against the man’s chest as they galloped back toward the arena entrance.

Once safely on solid ground, her legs gave way, and she sank to the earth in a dazed heap.

The coach rushed to her side, offering words of comfort. “It’s alright, you’re safe now. Nothing happened. You’re just fine.” Elyse clutched at her chest, her heart racing as she struggled to regain her composure.

Edward, having finally noticed the commotion, dismounted in a flurry and hurried to Elyse. Concern etched his features as he knelt beside her. “Are you hurt? If you need a hospital, I’ll take you right away.”

Taking a few shaky breaths, Elyse managed to shake her head. “I’m alright,” she stammered. “Just scared out of my wits. I never expected the horse to bolt like that.”