Chapter 85
Chapter 85:
As Brenna slowed her horse to a steady trot, the cameras zoomed in on her. The sight of her poised confidence and striking beauty sent another wave of excitement through the stands. She acknowledged the cheering spectators with a wave before guiding her horse toward the stables at a leisurely pace.
Rosie, finishing in second place, glanced at the scoreboard in disbelief. She had completed the race in twenty seconds—her personal best. But it wasn’t enough. Only the first-place winners advanced to the finals. Despite her efforts, she wouldn’t get the chance to compete alongside her idol.
She was filled with rage, clenching her fists as she watched the audience roar for Brenna. Jealousy gnawed at her insides.
How was Brenna so good at horseback riding?
Hadn’t the Barrett family kept her confined at home, forcing her to focus on nothing but design? Wasn’t she stopped from going out? Hadn’t they denied her access to extracurricular activities?
Rosie believed this didn’t make sense. Brenna seemed like a mystery—one she couldn’t unravel.
Rosie had intended to disgrace Brenna through this race, expecting to see her falter in humiliation. Yet, the plan had backfired spectacularly. Brenna had not only triumphed but had also captured the attention of high society.
The more Rosie dwelled on it, the deeper her resentment grew.
At the stable entrance, Ethan stood waiting, his effortless charm on full display. A warm smile played on his lips as he extended a steady hand to help Brenna down from her horse.
Rosie saw it from a distance, and her eyes darkened with fury. Why? Hadn’t Ethan let her use his horse instead of Brenna? So why was he being so attentive to Brenna now?
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Seething, Rosie urged her horse forward, racing toward them. Just as Brenna was about to dismount, Rosie’s horse charged straight at her from behind—completely unnoticed by Brenna.
Ethan, however, saw it. He swiftly wrapped an arm around Brenna’s slender waist and pulled her away, spinning them both to safety.
Rosie’s horse thundered past.
Rosie huffed, frustrated.
She hadn’t managed to knock Brenna down, and now, she had no choice but to pull back her reins and dismount.
Ethan, meanwhile, still held onto Brenna. His grip tightened slightly, noticing the subtle strength in her frame. She wasn’t fragile—something about that intrigued him. He found himself reluctant to let go.
Brenna felt uneasy, not used to this kind of contact. She instinctively pushed against him. “Mr. Mitchell, could you let go of me now?” she asked.
Ethan smiled lightly and released her, though not before steadying her arms to ensure she regained her balance.