Juice


    “UH, YES! I mean, leave it to me!” I bit my knotted tongue firmly before I quickly turned my back on


    him.


    Fortunately, I reached out to Mirasol, who prepared the snack for the staff.


    “I’m sorry if it’s a littlete for the snack,” she apologetically said.


    “It’s okay. I’ll go ahead and take them outside and continue what you’re doing upstairs.”


    I grabbed the tray with just the pitcher and some sandwiches.


    “Oh, no! When Lawrence finds out, he might get mad at me!” Mirasol insisted.


    “I’ll take care of Rence. We just finished talking.”


    She smiled in agreement with what I said. “Then I will go to the back of the house first to hang the


    nkets I washed.” I nodded as she turned her back on me to get out.


    I quickly turned around, but the tray I was holding almost fell due to Franco’s presence. He leaned


    against the door frame with two arms crossed on his chest. He stared at me intently, but I could not just


    read his emotions. He looks scary and mercilessly hot. I cannot deny that.


    “H-here is . . . your juice.”


    I was about to take a step, but he was the one who came to get the tray and the sandwiches.


    I slowly lift my eyes to him. I could not understand why I even watched how he drank the contents of


    the ss juice in front of me.


    I shivered when I heard him flicker in front of me. “Daydreaming, huh?” he said with a smirk.


    My face heated up, damn it! I stared at him and tried to pass him, but he spoke to me.


    “I n to go to the ntation today. Do you want toe along?”


    I shook my head. “No, thanks. I’m not interested,” I quickly refused.


    “My brother Lawrence is the owner of that farm and ntation,” hemended.


    Because of what I heard, my lips lifted. If Lawrence and I were to get married, I should know what


    businesses he has so that I will not have a hard time if I handle one of them one day.


    Lawrence probably wouldn’t be angry if I toured the rancho with his brother. I do not know what conflict


    they have. But I hope it’s not that big.


    He guided me to the stable. Later he released a ck horse.


    “This is Stan!” introduce him while stroking his shiny hair. “Do you ride a horse before?” He shifted his


    gaze to me.


    To my amazement, I could not speak immediately. I’ve seen a horse a few times, but I’ve never tried to


    ride one. I was happy to see them running and watching from afar.


    His brows twitched a bit as if liking the visible reaction on my face. “You mean, you haven’t experienced


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    horseback riding yet?”


    I nodded softly at him. There is no reason for me to lie because that is the truth; I have no experience


    in horseback riding.


    “In that case, just stand behind me,” he said in a full voice.


    I blinked and quickly looked at his wrangler jeep. “Why don’t we just take a jeep?”


    Heughed at me, so I spontaneously looked back at him.


    “What’s so funny about that?” I raised an eyebrow.


    “Only horses can pass through the rough road. If we use my jeep, we will take another round to San


    Felipe and eat a one-and-a-half-hour flight. You do not have to worry. Stan is one of the best horses


    among the others. Just don’t mess up so he won’t drop you.” His shoulders are shaking in silent


    I sniffed. I couldn’t help but be nervous. I can only see how tall the horse is in front of me and how he


    can knock me down. My body hair is already standing up.


    “Don’t worry. I won’t let Stan drop you. I don’t want Rence to me me if you get hurt.” A smile shed


    on his lips so I couldn’t help but smirk.


    I hadn’t been able to get up when I suddenly felt him grab my hips. I almost screamed because the


    horse growled at the noise I made.


    “Shh. Stan doesn’t like the noise. Go ahead. He might suddenly run.” He lifted his head, and lips curled


    up into a soft smile.


    But what he said came to me is different. Is he scaring me?! When I was annoyed, I folded my arms


    and just ignored it.


    “Good boy, Stan!”


    He patted the horse before starting to ride it. I gasped as I smell his fresh scented perfume. Even


    though he was exposed to the sun earlier, he still smelled good. I just put that thing aside and prepared


    myself to run.


    “Hold my arm tight, mydy,” he ordered.


    Before I could think twice, I did what he said because I don’t want to go to Man with a lump on my


    head, especially Lawrence’s scolding me foring here without his permission.


    “You might get fall if you put your hands like that, hold me tight, Margaux!” he ordered with full of


    authority.


    He was the one that grabbed my hand. Instead of the arm, he hugged my hand to his body.


    “There,” he whispered huskily.


    I quickly pulled my hand away from him, but he firmly restrained it.


    “If you do not want to fall and break a bone, you will do what I said. Don’t worry. There is no malice,” he


    said with a hint of humor.


    “Look, I’m only doing this just because of Lawrence. So can you not think I’m putting it maliciously!” I


    said sarcastically.


    He sounded silly again. “Then, you can hug me tight as long as you were doing this favor just for the


    sake of my dear brother, huh?” he said in his baritone voice. He hugged my arm even more with his


    vast body.


    I had nned to protest, but he quickly kicked the horse. I could do nothing but close my eyes and


    tighten my hug with fear that I would fall off the horse.


    “Hey, you can’t enjoy the view if you just hide behind me. Just open your eyes, Margaux,” he ordered.


    There I felt the horse slowing down, so I slowly opened my eyes. I also put myself behind him and held


    him lightly.


    The air felt fresh and new; a gentle breeze caressed my skin while the weak swing of the horse. I


    marveled at the sight of green leaves, fresh fruits on the trees, and the golden radiance of the cereal


    grass.


    Not only that, we pass more animals as we cross the road to the ntation. In a few moments, I will


    see a big farm where I will definitely be grinding the rice they harvest.


    “Here we are. This is one of thergest Saavedra ntation in San Felipe.”


    “Good morning, Sir Franco!” an older man greeted us. He immediately turned his gaze to me and


    bowed slightly with respect.


    “How are the new harvests?” Franco said to the man.


    “The harvesting is doing well, as well as the bananas that ready to harvest tomorrow,” he quickly


    answered.


    He nodded after the horse finally got off. He also immediately supported me down and guided me


    inside.