Rosalynn took his words to heart and wanted to express her gratitude sincerely.

At that moment, Eleanor's sweet voice came from a distance.

“Mr. Hughes, | can't seem to do this. Can you please come over and help me?"

Brian felt a tinge of impatience rise within him.

Wasn't there a trainer to help her?

She could just ask the trainer for help!

Why was she asking him for help instead?

“Let's go, good boy!"

Rosalynn's sweet voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Brian felt depressed seeing Rosalynn ride away.

He had gone above and beyond to assist her, yet she didn't bother to express gratitude.

How heartless of her!

Rosalynn let the horse lead her onto the racetrack as she tugged the reins.

Her hair was disheveled, but the inexplicable melancholy that had clouded her mind was gone.

She relished the sensation of unfettered movement and didn't dwell on anything else.

But after completing a lap, she sensed that something was off.

Her horse was panting heavily and seemed uneasy.

Rosalynn frowned and was about to stop.

However, before she could do so, the horse lifted its head and let out a loud neigh before dashing ahead at breakneck speed.

Rosalynn was taken aback, and her breathing hitched in panic.

This was only her second time on a horse, having previously ridden on a domestic racecourse with Karina.

She tried to remain calm, but her heart was racing as she attempted to rein in the horse.