Winning Her Heart Back

 Why Did His Heart Hurt

What kind of events did businessmen like to attend the most? Charity events were definitely one of their top three choices.

Whether it was driven by a desire for recognition or genuine compassion, their attendance was a common occurrence. When Emelie sent out the invitations, most people who were available accepted.

Winter, with its bleakness, was hardly ideal for horseback riding. Yet, the exhilaration of galloping through the cold wind offered a unique thrill.

Charles had just finished a lap when he spotted Emelie, elegantly dressed in a red shirt and white pants, leisurely riding her black horse.

He called out cheerfully, "Ms. Pierce! Let's race!"

Emelie responded with a playful raise of an eyebrow, and she tightened her grip on the reins.

"With pleasure!" she replied.

She turned her house around and squeezed the horse's body with her legs. "Giddy up!"

The horse galloped without restraint, obeying only its rider.

Temporary stands had been erected at the side, offering shelter from the wind and sand. A lavish buffet, prepared by Michelin-starred chefs, had been prepared for the guests.

This arrangement was far more engaging than the traditional ballroom events, where people had to be cramped into a hall, and the only activities were listening to music and dancing.

From the platform, William observed the two horses, one black and one white, compete with each other. The race was close.

"Mr. Middleton, remember when she couldn't even ride a horse? She was proficient at everything else." A voice remarked beside him.

William turned to see Samuel also looking at Emelie. "Previously, when I brought her here to ride, she didn't even know how to urge the horse forward."

Of course, William remembered. He had gone to the racecourse with Bryan.

Emelie didn't know how to ride, and he had forced her to learn. She had been so angry that she pulled the reins back hard, not caring whether it would hurt her or not.

In the end, the horse was agitated, and it raised its front legs. The two of them almost fell off the horse.

"It's only been three years, but look at her now," Samuel commented with a smile. "In fact, Wesley is a great teacher. I heard she's even learning archery from him. When I called her previously, I heard her speak to Wesley like how a student would speak to their teacher."

William responded coldly, "Didn't you like her as well? What happened to that? You gave up so easily, huh?"

Samuel shrugged nonchalantly. "I know my place. They go way back. Plus, Wesley saved her life three years ago. Their bond is special."

Samuel, who wasn't wearing his glasses today, turned to look at William with a sharp gaze." No one else can compare."

William scoffed. He couldn't determine if he was amused by Samuel's apparent magnanimity or by his own predicament. Samuel could even compliment his rival in love.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As for himself, he was the one who caused this. He deserved this, but why was his heart hurting?

Emelie and Charles finished the race in a tie.

As they returned to camp, they rode at a leisurely place.

Emelie smiled. "Mr. Davis, do you want to make a bet?"

Charles was intrigued as he asked, "What kind of bet?"

Her leather gloves were still on, and Emelie wound the reins around her hand. "Let's bet on the final amount raised today. Whoever's guess is the closest wins, and they get to hold the encryption key,"

Each bank account had an encryption key. With it, one could access the money in the account at will. Naturally, the encryption key mentioned by Emelie was the one to their charity fund.

Charles's eyes lit up.

He had been wondering who would be responsible for managing such a substantial fund. Unexpectedly, Emelie had used this as a wager.

After Charles reflected on it, he thought a bet was actually the fairest way to make decisions. Otherwise, no matter which one of them got the encryption key for safekeeping, the other person would feel uncomfortable.

However, if they relied on their own abilities to get the encryption key, no one would have any hard feelings.

Charles had always thought that Emelie was smart, and he was once again proven right. He agreed immediately, "Very well, ladies first. What's your guess?"

Emelie considered her answer.

"100 million," she declared.

Charles confidently countered, "150 million!"

Emelie nodded with a smile.

After they returned to the camp, Emelie clapped her hands, gathering everyone's attention." Ladies and gentlemen..."