CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN YOU YHINK I'M WEAK?

Perhaps it was Bella’s lack of interest in him that put him in a sour mood, resulting in his cold tone and darkened expression. A faint smile graced Bella’s lips. “Don’t worry. I’m not that weak.” She was not Taria, and she would not show him vulnerability. Bella made her way to the racecourse, where she saw Chaz and his wife already mounted on their horses. She stroked the horse’s head before attempting to mount it. Unfortunately, the horse was a little too tall, making it difficult for Bella to step onto the stirrup. She tried multiple times but to no avail. Her face grew warm with embarrassment. She could almost imagine the laughter of the other guests, including Kennedy, at her expense. Suddenly, she felt warmth on her buttocks, and someone lifted her. She mounted the horse with their help and turned to say thank you, only to meet Kennedy’s dark gaze. He was the one who helped her. Bella felt her face flush, wanting nothing more than to run away. Kennedy remained expressionless