Divorce Has Never Felt This Good (Becky and Rory) novel Chapter 50

In the lounge, Becky looked at the man walking towards her with an affectionate look in his eyes. “Mr. Stanley, how did you know I was here?”

As she spoke, Devin closed the distance between them. He bent over, bringing his face close to hers. Becky could see her reflection in his eyes, the freckles on his nose, and his thin lips, which were curled up in a smile. “Someone told me that the scenery at the stables today was very beautiful, so I came to have a look.”

He paused and added, “And they were right.”

The man’s eyes were so seductive that Becky couldn’t help but blush.

She tore her gaze away and busied herself by unscrewing the cap on her water bottle. “My friend’s waiting for me.”

Then, without waiting for a response, she walked away.

Devin trotted to catch up to her.

The two of them walked out together. Seeing Devin next to Becky, Jessie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Why is he here?”

“I don’t know either.”

But she didn’t own the place, so she couldn’t stop Devin from coming here.

Still, she had come here to relax and have fun, so she got on her horse. “I’m going to go for a round.”

Then she urged her horse forward.

Jessie also mounted her horse and chased after her, leaving Devin in the dust.

He narrowed his eyes and quickly followed suit.

Becky heard a horse galloping behind her. She thought it was Jessie, so she looked back with a smile, only to find out that it was Devin who had caught up to her.

He was wearing a British-style outfit today with a light brown vest over a white shirt. Sitting atop the horse, he looked very handsome and charming.

Noticing her gaze, Devin winked at her and suggested, “How about a bet, Becky?”

Becky had started riding at the tender age of fifteen. It had been ten years since then. Every time she went riding with Stevie, she was praised for her skill.

She reined in and asked curiously, “What bet?”

“See that white pavilion in the distance? Whoever reaches there first wins!”

Becky glanced at where he was pointing and asked, “What’s at stake?”

“If I win, you have to attend an auction with me next week. If I lose, I won’t pester you for a whole week.”