Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 243

Shelley was at the front of the group. Her horse was much taller than the others. It gave off an imposing presence.

She turned her head and lifted her chin in Angela's direction to taunt her.

Angela, however, simply averted her gaze indifferently. She didn't even bother to spare Shelley so much as a glance.

As soon as the whistle blew, Shelley shouted, "Giddy up!"

Her riding posture was textbook perfect. She leaned slightly forward, her gaze sharp and focused, every muscle in her body tense. She clamped her legs tightly against the horse's belly, coordinating her reins with the occasional whip.

In less than a minute, she had already pulled ahead by half a lap.

The race was only five laps long, so it would be over quickly.

At this moment, Angela had no intention of stealing the spotlight. She planned to take it easy and just enjoy the ride. It was clear that Shelley was determined to win first place today.

But just as Charcoal carried her through the second lap, he suddenly became frantic for no apparent reason. He let out a strange, low-pitched grunt as if he were in deep pain.

Then, he started galloping unusually fast. Worst of all, he started galloping wildly, completely ignoring Angela's commands.

"Coalie, what are you doing?" Angela cried out, her face blanching as she realized something was wrong.

She didn't panic. Instead, she quickly adjusted her posture and pressed her upper body against the horse's back. Wrapping the reins tightly around her hands, she tried to regain control.

To her surprise, Charcoal sped up and bolted out of the racetrack. He charged straight toward the adjacent golf course!

"Look over there!" Zayn suddenly shouted.

All the men waiting outside the track turned their attention to the scene.

Harvey remarked loudly with a shocked expression, "Has that horse gone crazy? Why is he running so fast?"

Angela was still on his back, and from the looks of it, she wasn't in a good situation.

"Don't go over, Dexter! The staff is on it. They're professionals. You'll—"

Dexter was riding a strong chestnut horse. He closed the distance between them in no time. But just as he was about to reach her, Charcoal suddenly reared up on all four legs and accelerated even more.

Angela was exasperated. What was wrong with Charcoal? Why had he suddenly gone berserk? Had she missed something when she checked him earlier?

"Give me your hand!" Dexter had caught up once again.

His sharp gaze was locked onto her as he stretched out his hand toward her. His hand was large, with long fingers and a thin layer of calluses on the palm—it looked reliable and safe.

But at this moment, Angela didn't dare take it.

Charcoal was completely out of control. It was one thing if she fell—but if she dragged Dexter down with her… She would never be able to make it up to him in the future.

"No, I can't! Stay away from me! I'll figure it out myself!" Angela shouted back.

Dexter's voice suddenly turned commanding. "Stop talking nonsense! Give me your hand now!"