"When | was a child, a fortune-teller once told me that | was born lucky. Ordinary people couldn't hurt me.”

Among all the horses, only Rosalynn's had gone mad.

Had it really been an accident?

“Fortunately, it was a false alarm. Well done, Brian. You must be quite the equestrian,”

Merrick praised, giving Brian a pat on the shoulder.

"Not bad," Brian replied, his gaze fixed on Rosalynn's wrist, where he saw a bracelet.

If he wasn't mistaken, Rosalynn had taken something from the bracelet and used it to prick the horse's neck.

Was it a needle?

It seemed she had used the needle to prick the horse to save herself.

Otherwise, she would have been gravely injured, and the horse would have died after colliding with the wall.

She was the one who finally got the horse under control at the critical moment.

Why did she have a needle in her bracelet?

And she was so calm to prick the horse in the right place.

Did she possess medical skills?

A myriad of thought ran through Brian's mind.

Nobody could see through the mystery that was the woman in front of him.

But it increased his desire to get to know her more.

Rosalynn, who was in a trance, came to when she saw Brian's eyes and realized she was still in his arms.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she pulled his hands away quickly.

“Guys, please carry on. I'll take a rest.”

Watching her walk away, Brian felt a stirring in his heart.

Her waist stood out in particular in the red riding outfit.