She had a gentle and heroic appearance.

How many different sides did she have that he didn't know?

“Brian, care for a race?” Baxter challenged, hopping back on his horse and looking at Brian with a daring gaze.

Brian regained his composure and replied calmly, "Sure."

Soon, the racecourse was filled with the sound of hooves as the competitors galloped ahead.

In the grandstand, Rosalynn sipped her water, observing the riders on the horses.

In his black and white riding suit, Brian stood out with his handsome and tall figure.

He took the lead and distanced himself from his competitor behind.

The girls around her were all talking about him, captivated by his presence.

Rosalynn knew they were talking about Brian.

No matter where he was, he was stunning.

Rosalynn took a deep breath, remembering the moment Brian had saved her.

For a fleeting moment, she wished she could be embraced by him and become his new girlfriend.

However, she quickly shook off the thought.

She didn't want to be just another one of his women.

It was exhausting to fight for a man.

Rosalynn stood up and made her way to the stable.

She needed to investigate the real reason behind her horse's erratic behavior.

"Excuse me, has anyone other than you guys fed the horse?" Rosalynn asked in the local language, addressing one of the trainers.

The horse lost its mind because it was in heat.

However, the horse should not be in heat at this season. Could it be that someone had given the horse any medication?

This was what Rosalynn guessed.