Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 210: With You Here, I’m Not Afraid

The horses in the stables were of various breeds, mostly tall and strong, making Clara Sterling feel a bit overwhelmed.

Silas Sheffield held her hand and led her to a white horse.

This horse had a well-proportioned figure, sleek coat, gentle eyes, and was leisurely flicking its tail.

"This horse is called Snowball, quite gentle, suitable for beginners," Silas introduced.

He reached out to gently stroke the horse’s neck; Snowball seemed to enjoy his touch, affectionately nuzzling against his palm.

"Alright, I’ll choose this one," Clara immediately took a liking to this horse.

Everyone went to the changing room to put on their equestrian attire.

As Clara came out after changing, Silas’s gaze fell on her, a hint of amazement flashing beneath his eyes.

The white riding outfit accentuated her fair skin, her long hair tied into a ponytail, exposing her slender neck; she appeared less delicate and more spirited than usual.

"Come over," Silas reached out to her.

Clara walked over, and he naturally took her hand, leading her to Snowball, showing her how to mount the horse step by step.

Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her waist, applied a little force, and steadily lifted her onto the saddle.

The warmth of his palms and the precise pressure were just right.

"Sit steady, hold the reins, and relax your body," Silas stood beside the horse, his voice low and gentle, patiently guiding her, "Don’t worry, Snowball is well-behaved."

Clara followed his instructions to hold the reins, though still a bit nervous, her palms slightly sweating.

Silas seemed to sense her unease and reassured her, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

His voice was like a calming tonic, Clara taking a deep breath and slowly relaxing her body.

Kevin Kensington laughed and shouted over, "Silas, you’re being too generous, teaching Clara so patiently. Back when you taught me, you just pushed me straight up."

Wendy Sullivan, sitting on her horse and holding the reins with some tension, couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing Kevin’s teasing, "Stop joking around, careful not to frighten Clara."

Kevin immediately toned down a bit, yet couldn’t resist teasing Ethan Fuller, "Look at Silas being all gentle; he’s nothing like he usually is with outsiders."

Silas ignored him, focusing solely on Clara, continuing to guide her.

"Gently squeeze the horse’s belly with your legs, not too hard, just tug the reins lightly and it’ll move forward."

Clara tried following his guidance, and Snowball indeed began to slowly step forward.

Initially, she was a bit unstable, her body slightly swaying.

Silas stayed by her side, one hand supporting the saddle, the other protecting her waist, ensuring her safety.

"That’s good, just like that, relax a bit more."

Gradually, Clara got the hang of it, becoming less tense, even managing to have Snowball move on her own.

Seeing her progress, Silas’s lips curled into a satisfying smile.

The sun gradually set westward, its golden rays bathing the meadow in a warm orange hue.

Silas softly asked, "Would you like to go somewhere else? I’ll take you to watch the sunset."

Clara nodded, eyes filled with anticipation.

Silas swung onto the horse, sitting behind her, arms reaching around her to gently grasp the reins.

His chest pressed against her back, his warmth passed through the thin fabric, causing her heartbeat to skip a beat.

"Sit tight," his voice resonated beside her ear, carrying a deep magnetic quality.

Snowball slowly began to walk toward the depths of the meadow.

Silas’s arms wrapped securely around her, steadily controlling the reins, his movements gentle yet adept.

The wind blew past their ears, infused with the scent of grass and the warmth of the sunset.

In the distance, the low hills were softly silhouetted against the setting sun.

The sky was turned a gradient of red-orange, painting a beautiful scene like an oil painting.

Clara leaned against Silas’s embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat and warm breath, her heart filled with peace.

She turned to look at the man behind her, his side profile looked especially handsome under the sunset; behind the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were so gentle they seemed to overflow, his usual coldness replaced with patience and warmth solely for her.

"Silas," she softly spoke, "Did you often come here to ride before?"

"Yes, used to come when in a bad mood, but now with you here, it feels different."

"Look at the sunset over there, isn’t it beautiful?" Silas pointed to the sky, his voice a deep, magnetic resonance.

Clara nodded, her eyes shimmering with the sunset’s afterglow, "Yes, very beautiful. I’ve never seen such a gorgeous sunset before."

"I’ll bring you here often in the future." Silas hugged her from behind, his lips brushing her earlobe, sending a tingle through her.

Clara softly replied, "Mm."

Not far behind them, Kevin Kensington was leading Wendy Sullivan’s horse, walking slowly.

Wendy sat on her horse, a blissful smile on her face, listening to Kevin share past funny stories, occasionally letting out soft laughter.

Although Kevin was outgoing and loved to joke, when facing Wendy, his eyes were filled with tenderness and affection.

He guided the horse carefully, ensuring she wouldn’t face any harm.

As the only single one, Ethan Fuller differed from the two couples; he wasn’t here for romance but to relax by horse riding.

He had been too busy with work recently, finally finding some time to unwind.

Ethan galloped through the sunset, the sound of hooves echoing, shattering the fading afterglow on the ground.

Sunlight spilled over the horizon like molten gold, spreading across the expansive meadow, dyeing it a warm orange-red.

The evening breeze gently caressed the wilderness, the distant mountain ridges softly blurred.

Silas sat steadily on his horse, his long legs gently clasping its belly, his palm resting atop Clara’s hand holding the reins.

"Sit tight," his deep voice mixed with the evening wind, whispering in Clara’s ear, carrying a hint of amusement.

Without waiting for her response, Silas flicked his wrist, and the whip softly landed on the horse’s flank; with a light whinny, the horse shot forward like an arrow.

The wind suddenly surged, lifting Clara’s long hair into the air, strands fluttering across Silas’s face.

She gasped, instinctively leaning back, her back pressing against the man’s firm chest, where she could distinctly feel his steady and strong heartbeat.

Silas’s arm tightened around her, enclosing her in his embrace.

The steed’s four hooves soared, its steps echoing over the grassland, scattering bits of grass and dust.

Clara slightly tilted her head back, looking at the vast sky, her brows gradually relaxing, as the myriad of worries and fatigue accumulated over days seemed to be swept away by the rushing evening breeze.

She couldn’t help but open her arms, welcoming the wind, releasing a joyful laugh that echoed across the open field.

Clara had never felt so unrestrained, even her breath felt free.

"Afraid?" Silas’s voice sounded in her ear.

"With you here, I’m not afraid."

After galloping for ten or so minutes, Silas gradually eased the reins, the horse’s pace slowing from a run to a trot, finally easing into a gentle walk.

The wind softened as well.

"Clara," Silas softly called her.

"Hmm?" Clara turned her head.

The next moment, the man kissed her lips.

This kiss was gentle and lingering, carrying the softness of the evening breeze and the warmth of the sunset.

Clara closed her eyes, her hands tightly clutching his collar, her breath growing increasingly rapid.

The horse strolled leisurely, its hooves softly tapping.