Chapter 89 He Was very Skilled
Alena Wright was excited, she took big bites on her bread and said, "Yes, teach me please."
Waylon Gray didn't speak, but only raised his chin pointing towards the bread in her hand.
Alena Wright quickly understood and blurted out, "You want me to feed you?"
Waylon Gray also had a cold good-natured smile, "Can you?"
Alena Wright was surprised as he said these words. She was not surprised because this was not the first time anyway.
Alena Wright took a piece of bread and spread some jam then handed it over to him. She smiled, and said, "Well, alright then here, take a bite."
Waylon Gray looked at her and suddenly smiled. Seeing Alena Wright's face flushed with satisfaction, Waylon Gray's anger was slowly disappearing a bit.
After their early breakfast, someone sent a prepared riding gear, Alena Wright was elated and excitedly walked behind Waylon Gray as they went out.
It wasn't until this time that Alena Wright learned what a racecourse was. When she came here last night, she thought that she was in a different place. It didn't feel the same right now, under the sun's beautiful rays, the huge green field was unobstructed and exposed to sight. Alena Wright looked around and could not believe her eyes.
She sighed twice, "Oh my God, how big is this place?"
Waylon Gray looked at her, he looked a little proud, "If you will use your feet to measure, I don't know how many steps it would be."
Alena Wright pouted her lips and wanted to despise the man. But this time she was a little too raw to contradict him. She looked at the venue, and she was eager to learn.
Alena Wright couldn't wait to pull Waylon Gray's sleeves, her delicate eyebrows were filled with smiles, "Waylon Gray, will you really teach me how to ride a horse?"
Waylon Gray turned his head to look at her. Because of the clear sky at the moment, his excellent facial features were covered with a gorgeous layer. His eyes were slightly deep, and he smiled and nodded, "Okay."
It was not the first time that Waylon Gray had been here. The staff of the racecourse brought Waylon Gray's private horse, which was a pure white horse without a trace of any pigmentation.
Seeing the horse, Alena Wright was so excited like a child.
Feeling the woman clutching herself with more and more excitement, Waylon Gray rubbed Alena Wright's hair in an affectionate tone, "Hey, let me show you how to ride first."
Alena Wright had no opinion on this. Although she couldn't wait, she also knew that riding a horse was a risky thing. If one doesn't think of precautionary measures, one was likely to be injured. But it seemed that Waylon Gray does not have this problem, he was very skilled and Alena Wright was truly amazed.
Alena Wright's eyes lit up; she was so excited as if she was going in on a magic ride. It was not only about the horseback riding, but Waylon Gray was also too handsome to ride that horse.
The next step was Waylon Gray's personal show. He shook his horse's rein, the white steed galloping on the field like a bolt of lightning, and the man on the horse's back sat proudly and arrogantly.
Alena Wright has known and loved Waylon Gray for many years. She had seen him many times. Ruthless, sensible, and indifferent. But never for a moment did she feel that Waylon Gray seemed like a hero.
Yes, he was a hero. Sitting on horseback and galloping in front of her, Waylon Gray acted like a knight in shining armor without his sword. He looked really good and handsome.
Alena Wright was in a trance, that she didn't even notice when he stopped at her side.
"Alena." Waylon Gray was holding the reins, the front hoofs of the steed raised high and it let out a neigh.
The morning light hit him, making Waylon Gray look more handsome and magically unbelievable.
Alena Wright looked at him blankly, her heart seemed racing.
Waylon Gray stretched out his hand to her, with a cheerful smile at the corner of his mouth said, "Come on, Alena."
This time Alena Wright heard him very clearly. She looked at the hand stretched out in front of her hesitantly, "But, I don't know how to ride a horse."
"Trust me." Waylon Gray interrupted her hesitation, her scorching eyes mixed with incomparable confidence, "Come up."
She was hesitant but excited, Alena Wright held on to Waylon Gray's cold hands, balanced herself as she sat on the horse behind Waylon Gray, and immediately hugged him.
Waylon Gray laughed a little and said, "You have to hold on tight to me."
In the next second, Waylon Gray raised the horse's rein fiercely, and the horse rushed out like an arrow.
Alena Wright suppressed a little scream, she tightly clasped Waylon Gray's waist, her eyes were closed tightly.
"Relax Alena, don't worry." His low voice was blown away by the lingering wind, and Alena Wright did not hear the word clearly.
Alena Wright made sure that she does not fall as she began to learn and enjoy the ride. The wind was no longer fierce but brought her a different kind of invigoration.
She could not help but laugh out loud, twisting to look at Waylon Gray. She was so happy, "There's something with riding, it turned out that this is so exciting."
Listening to the laugh of the woman in his arms, Waylon Gray felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction for the first time. After riding for a while, although Alena Wright intended to keep on riding, Waylon Gray forced her down.
After all, it was the first time she had come into contact with horses, and there was always a process of adaptation and adjustment.
The two were sitting in the rest area, Alena Wright holding a cup of scented tea, her eyes still fixed on the white horse not far away.
Waylon Gray laughed secretly, and pulled the absent-minded woman back to sit down, "You take a rest first, the Wylde will not run away. "
Alena Wright's eyes lit up, "Wylde? You named him Wylde?"
Waylon Gray looked at her amused face, he felt how this woman was giving too much attention to the horse, he complained and asked, "Horses are so good-looking, right?"
Alena Wright, who was in the midst of the excitement, was completely unaware of how dangerous Waylon Gray's tone was when he said this. She nodded without a doubt, "Wylde, what a cool name."
Waylon Gray placed the teacup aside heavily, with these words, he was upset.
Alena kept on talking about the horse without realizing that Waylon Gray was upset, "Waylon do you come here often and practice riding, can you teach me?"
Waylon Gray gritted his teeth and said, "I cannot."
"What?" Alena Wright did not expect Waylon Gray to refuse, she was somewhat startled, she looked back at him and asked, "Why?"
Waylon Gray squinted and looked at the woman's hand and said, "Because his owner is not happy, his owner has no interest in teaching someone who liked the horse more."
She raised an eyebrow, Alena Wright smiled and said, "Then how can his owner be happy?"
"Are you asking me?" Waylon Gray looked at her silently, full of himself and did not realize what to look forward to.