Freya raised an eyebrow. In her mind, she wondered, was Elijah a regular here before?
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be so warm and welcoming.
But even now, she still hadn’t figured out what this place was for.
“Who is this?” The man’s gaze shifted to Freya.
Elijah had never brought a woman here before.
This was the first time.
“My wife,” Elijah nodded slightly. “Take us to pick a horse.”
Freya’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to Elijah and whispered, “You want to take me horse riding?”
“Yes, how about it, dare to?” Elijah asked.
Freya had never ridden a horse before, so it felt quite exhilarating.
She was skilled with a scalpel, performing surgeries on people.
During her internship, she even dissected corpses, so riding a horse was nothing.
What was there to be afraid of?
Raising her proud little head, she said, “Don’t underestimate me.”
Elijah chuckled, “Alright.”
They headed inside to take a small covered carriage to the stables.
After a fifteen-minute ride, the carriage stopped, and they arrived at the horse-keeping area.
There were a total of four rows of stables, each row containing ten horses.
Their coats were glossy, their bodies sturdy.
Even though Freya didn’t understand horses, she could tell that these were all top-quality horses.
Each one was exceptional.
Mr. Hargraves walked over, probably informed of Elijah’s arrival and waiting here on purpose.
As Elijah and Freya alighted, he smiled, “I heard that Mr. Silverton wasn’t alone.”
His gaze shifted to Freya, “Mr. Silverton had never brought a woman here before, but it turns out the first one he brought is Mrs. Silverton. Please take care of her in the future.”
Freya nodded appropriately.
Elijah leaned down to whisper in her ear, “He is the stable owner.”
Freya understood.
“It’s my first time riding, please help me pick a gentler horse,” she said.
Mr. Hargraves replied, “Leave it to me.”
“Mr. Silverton,” Mr. Hargraves looked at Elijah, “You two go change, I’ll pick the horses now.”
Elijah simply acknowledged with a faint “mm.”
There was a building behind them.
Elijah had a private room.
Only wealthy people could visit this place.
Elijah had riding attire.
As they entered the room, within a short while, the service staff brought Freya her riding attire.
The service here was indeed exceptional.
The riding attire fit perfectly.
Elijah’s was black, while Freya’s was a bright red. Red could be tacky if not worn well, but Freya looked stunning in it.
White shirt, red vest, red pants, black riding boots, she looked very elegant.
Returning to the stables, Mr. Hargraves had already chosen two horses for them.
One white, one black.
The black one had a white streak on its forehead, resembling a lightning bolt.
This was the horse Elijah had ridden the longest.
“Want me to lead you?” Elijah asked.
Freya shook her head; she wanted to ride on her own.
She had only seen horse-riding on TV, galloping on the grasslands.
It felt exhilarating.
Even though this wasn’t a grassland, the terrain was quite extensive.
There was also a lush green turf here.
And the grass here was particularly lush and thick!
Obviously, it was meticulously maintained to achieve such results.
“Did you used to come here often?” Freya asked.
Elijah replied, “Occasionally, not frequently.”
This was one of his leisure spots.
Freya didn’t believe it, “Not coming often, yet they are so warm and welcoming to you…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she realized something was amiss!
For the leisure of the wealthy, as long as the money was right, who wouldn’t be pleasant?
Mr. Hargraves brought knee pads.
The service staff helped Freya put them on.
Elijah lifted her onto the horse.
Because it was her first time, he instructed, “Hold the reins, don’t ride too fast, squeeze the horse’s sides with your legs.”
Freya nodded in understanding.
Elijah mounted his horse and had the stable staff lead them into the riding area.
He then handed the reins over to them.
Mr. Hargraves also mounted his horse because Freya was a beginner. He had to ensure her safety, so he rode alongside them.
Freya took a deep breath.
With a tap of her heels against the horse’s sides, the horse started moving.
The harder she tapped, the faster the horse went.
These horses were well-trained.
Extremely gentle.
Elijah followed slowly behind her.
After a while, Freya felt the thrill wearing off. She wanted to speed up. Gripping the reins tightly, she kicked the horse’s sides forcefully, “Hyah!” And the horse started galloping!
Elijah was caught off guard.
He hadn’t expected her to suddenly accelerate.
He immediately raced to catch up!