Chapter 87
Chapter 87:
Jordy, meanwhile, stared down at Sylvie’s delicate features—so much more refined than Isabella’s. Sylvie was from the Higgins family, an established powerhouse in Shirie, their wealth dwarfing that of the Barretts.
If this moment of heroism was enough to make Sylvie fall for him, how wonderful would that be?
Aligning himself with the Higgins family could be a game-changer for his business. Even the slightest support from them could catapult his family’s status to new heights.
Jordy’s mind raced with possibilities, imagining Sylvie extremely grateful to him, possibly even throwing herself at him. The thought was intoxicating, so much so that he lost himself in the moment, completely forgetting to release Sylvie.
Sylvie, on the other hand, was trembling. The terrifying fall had left her breathless. Her eyes had been squeezed shut, and she had been fully convinced she was about to be trampled beneath a stampede of hooves.
However, instead of experiencing that, she had landed in someone’s arms, rolling twice before the thunder of hooves passed by. The distant roar of applause confirmed she had survived.
She realized she was pressed against a man’s chest. The closeness unsettled her.
She only dared to open her eyes when the sound of hooves faded.
Among the riders, she had noticed one particularly striking young man from the Murray family, trailing just behind her. If he had been the one to save her, it wouldn’t be too bad, and she wouldn’t mind that.
She desperately hoped that the person who had saved her wasn’t Jordy. He lacked the good looks she admired, came from a mediocre family with no real influence, and worst of all, he was annoyingly short.
With her heart pounding, Sylvie hesitantly opened her eyes. The man she saw wasn’t the tall, striking member of the Murray family. Instead, it was Jordy—the one man she found disgusting.
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“Ah!” she screamed and slapped Jordy across the face. “Get off me, you creep p>
Jordy reeled from the unexpected blow. The warm gratitude he had imagined—the tearful appreciation and breathless thanks—never came. Instead, he had been slapped and called a creep.
It broke his heart.
For a moment, he could only stare at Sylvie, stunned.
Sylvie, shaking with revulsion, shut her eyes again and flailed wildly, her nails raking across Jordy’s face, leaving several scratches. “Get away from me, pervert!” she exclaimed.
She kicked at him, squirming violently. Event staff rushed in, pulling them apart. “Miss Higgins, are you alright? Do you need medical attention p>
With the staff’s help, Sylvie struggled to her feet, only to wince as searing pain radiated through her shoulder. She had landed hard on the ground earlier—no doubt she was bruised.