Susan Clark said she wouldn’t.

Charles Green turned and pointed toward the changing room. “There are some of my wife’s old clothes inside. If you don’t mind, you can wear them for now. Since you’re already here, you might as well learn.”

“Really?!”

Riding horses was already far removed from daily life. Even if it wasn’t because of Ian Shaw, Susan Clark was still curious, so her surprise at this moment was completely genuine, not an act. She followed Charles Green into the changing room, a little excited.

Although it was a private stable, the changing room was actually quite spacious, with four stalls on each side.

She walked behind Charles Green, and as she passed one of the stalls, she turned her head and saw Ian Shaw behind the curtain.

The curtain just barely covered from his chest to his ankles. Ian Shaw turned around and met Susan Clark’s gaze.

He had taken off his glasses, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Even though the changing room was brightly lit, Ian Shaw’s gaze carried a hint of chill.

Feeling guilty, Susan Clark was a bit flustered under his stare and quickly looked away.

She felt that gaze following her back. Frowning, she quickened her pace.

——

Charles Green led her to a locker, opened the door, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

Inside hung a red equestrian outfit. Judging by the color of the buttons, it was a bit old, but the material was very high-end and the tailoring was sharp.

“Go ahead and change. My wife’s figure is about the same as yours, so it should fit.”

With that, Charles Green left the room.

The changing room quieted down.

Susan Clark took out the outfit. As she chose a stall, she glanced in Ian Shaw’s direction.

Unfortunately, a tall storage cabinet stood between them, blocking her view. She couldn’t see what was happening on that side and didn’t know if Ian Shaw was still there.

He hadn’t made a sound for a while—he must have left by now.

Susan Clark turned and entered a stall.

She took off her clothes and carefully put on the equestrian outfit. She was just about to fasten the last button at the collar when she suddenly heard footsteps.

Susan Clark’s fingers paused as she stopped to listen, trying to tell if the footsteps were coming her way.

Unfortunately, they weren’t.

The footsteps grew more distant, probably heading out.

Susan Clark touched the belt at her waist and suddenly called out, “Mr. Shi!”

The footsteps outside stopped.

Taking advantage of being in the stall, Susan Clark grinned mischievously.

“How do you fasten this belt? Can you show me?”

After a few seconds, the footsteps started again.

The wooden floor in the changing room muffled the sound.

He was coming.

Susan Clark let go of the belt and quickly started fixing her hair.

But a few seconds later, she realized something was wrong.

The footsteps seemed to be getting farther away?

Just as she finished the thought, there was a loud “bang” as the door closed, sending a gust of wind that lifted the corner of the curtain in front of Susan Clark.

His voice echoed clearly in the changing room.

“If you can’t fasten it, then don’t ride.”

Chapter Six

Márquez once said that when a woman decides to pursue a man, there is no wall she can’t climb, no fortress she can’t topple, and no hesitation she can’t cast aside. In fact, not even God can restrain her.

So, is Susan Clark now facing an impenetrable wall? A sea of blades and fire? The wrath of God?

None of those—just a simple rejection from him.

That’s fine.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After adjusting her mindset, she straightened her collar and walked out.

When she pushed open the changing room door, the vast open field came into view. The wind stirred the grass, and a few horses grazed leisurely.

Susan Clark fastened her buttons and looked up to see the clouds parting, the sun already below the horizon, and rays of sunset stretching across the sky.

Bathed in golden light, Ian Shaw stood beside a chestnut horse. His black riding outfit was elegant and full of energy, and the horse’s coat gleamed like satin.

It was a picture-perfect scene, full of harmonious beauty.

Susan Clark couldn’t help but steal a few more glances.

“All changed?” Charles Green led a horse over, resting his arm on the saddle as he looked Susan Clark up and down. “Looks like it fits pretty well.”

With that, he patted the horse and turned to wave at Ian Shaw.

The three of them weren’t far apart, so Ian Shaw could see everything happening here.

He let go of the reins and walked over to them.

As he approached, Charles Green said, “This horse is the gentlest. Let Ian Shaw teach you how to ride.”

Huh?

Susan Clark immediately looked at Ian Shaw.

He stopped, lowered his head, and adjusted his white gloves without saying a word.

After speaking, Charles Green walked away. Soon, Susan Clark heard the sound of hooves galloping.

Meanwhile, Ian Shaw put on his gloves, walked to the horse, and leisurely stroked its mane, but made no further move.

Actually, from their brief conversation earlier, Susan Clark had more or less figured out the relationship between Ian Shaw and Charles Green.

They weren’t relatives—Charles Green simply had some connection with Ian Shaw’s father, and today Ian Shaw was here specifically to keep him company.

For someone like Ian Shaw to come just to keep him company showed how important Charles Green was in Ian Shaw’s eyes.