Jaquan did not let go and continued to hold her hand as they walked toward the center of the horse farm.
Several well-bred horses were being trained here. Just by looking at their coats, one could tell that each horse was worth more than ten times Callie’s net worth.
In the center of the farm, Nelson was riding a purebred Akhal-Teke horse. He wore a denim jacket, with his pant legs tucked into leather riding boots. His fitted attire made him look particularly tall and straight. He rode at an incredible speed, like a gust of wind across the prairie.
Seeing someone approach, he held the reins with one hand, and his magnificent horse stopped at his command. He looked spirited and confident.
Especially when he looked down from his height, Callie wished she could bury herself in the ground.
But Jaquan refused to let go of her hand, nodding his chin toward Nelson. “Nelson, your riding skills have improved again.”
Nelson did not dismount. His gaze fell on the woman beside Jaquan. “Where did you meet my employee, Jaquan? How did you bring her here?”
Hearing the sarcasm in his tone, Callie quickly explained, “I ran into Mr. Scott at the hospital. It was purely a coincidence.”
Jaquan squeezed her hand tighter. “You forgot again, call me Jaquan.”
Callie cautiously observed Nelson’s expression. His eyes were cold, but after a moment, the chill dissipated. He dismounted and removed his gloves with a half-smile. “I didn’t know that in just a few days, Jaquan managed to win over one of our employees.”
Callie couldn’t say a word.
A staff member brought another horse to Jaquan. He petted it for a while. “What are you talking about? I’ve always been loyal to women. It’s always them who leave me; otherwise, I wouldn’t still be single today.”
He glanced at Callie with an ambiguous smile.
She couldn’t smile back; she felt that Jaquan’s words were hinting at Marilyn.
“Those women lack vision. If you don’t want it, no one can force you. Jaquan, knowing this about you, I understand you very well.” Nelson took the water handed to him by a staff member and took a sip, his Adam’s apple moving with tension.
Jaquan mounted his horse and extended his hand to Callie. “Then you might have forgotten that those who understand my character don’t end up well.”
Callie didn’t move and shook her head. “My hand is injured; I can’t ride a horse.”
“Jaquan is good at riding, especially taming wild horses. You should give it a try,” Nelson said casually.
She looked at him in shock, afraid. She had never ridden a horse in her life, let alone a wild one.
Jaquan smiled. “Come on, don’t worry, I won’t let you get hurt.”
With the help of the staff, they secured wrist and knee guards for her. Callie had no choice but to get on the horse. Jaquan held her in his arms, guiding her hands-on with basic instructions, speaking intimately.
Callie didn’t dare look back at Nelson’s expression; she just felt a chill down her spine.
He was feeding his horse. “I haven’t seen him for a while; his appetite has grown a lot. Can’t seem to feed him enough.”
Jaquan responded, “A wild horse is a wild horse. As it grows, its appetite naturally increases. You have to be prepared.”
“Unfortunately, I’m afraid he might have eyes bigger than his stomach,” Nelson said.
“If he dares to eat, he dares to digest,” Jaquan tightened the reins. The horse neighed loudly, startling Callie as her heart raced. She heard him ask, “Nelson, it’s been a while since we competed. Want to race?”