He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 224

Chapter 2

After Lorelei’s hysterectomy. Sabine was finally satisfied and tacitly allowed Damian in and out of her room.

But the heiress from Miami soon made a new demand-

A formal welcome banquet befitting her status.

Jaturally, Damian agreed to everything.

n just three days, he threw a magnificent party for her.

he banquet was the height of luxury, attended by nearly every notable member of New York’s younger elite.

mong them were many who had participated in that eighty–million–dollar bet five years ago.

hey had all lost badly on that bet, and now, seeing Lorelei’s fall from grace, they were all gloating.

Damian and Ms. Montoya, now that’s a suitable match. Made for each other.”

Someone’s dream of marrying rich lasted five years. Time to wake up.”

A hired seductress really thought she could be the lady of the house forever?”

he sharp–tongued remarks were like fine needles, pricking at Lorelei’s ears.

he stood in a corner holding a champagne flute, her knuckles white.

if the end of the party, Sabine suggested enthusiastically, “I hear the equestrian clubs in New York are excellent. Why don’t we all go riding tomorrow?”

Most of the wealthy young men and women present were skilled riders and eagerly agreed.

Only Lorelei declined. “I’m not feeling well, so I’ll be sitting this one out.”

he was still weak from her surgery, and more importantly, she didn’t want to watch Damian dote on another woman.

abane raised an eyebrow. “Are you snubbing me, Lorelei? Everyone is going. If you’re the only one absent, people will think I’m difficult to get along with.”

Damian’s gaze swept over her coolly, his tone a command. “You’re coming with us.”

The next day at the equestrian dub, the autumn air was crisp and clear.

Labane, dressed in a custom riding habit, looked sharp and dashing.

She took the reins of a thoroughbred and smiled at Lorelei. “Lorelei, care for a race?”

“I don’t know how to ride, Lorelei said plainly

Sabine scoffed, swinging onto her horse with a fluid, elegant mution.

“What’s so difficult about riding? I was a natural the first time I got on a horse at age tom

She looked down at Lorelei from her mount “Or is it that you lack even that litle lat of courage?

A low chuckle went through the onlookers

Lorelei bit her lip and, under Damian’s oppressive stare, allowed a stablehand to help her onto a more duetle mare.

Chapter 2

The race was no contest.

Sabine galloped with abandon, her form striking, winning a full round of applause.

Ms. Montoya was the equestrian champion of Miami, you know!”

No wonder some guy saw her race once and fell so hard he swore he’d marry no one else…”

Meanwhile, Lorelei, trembling on her horse and too scared to even tighten the reins, became a stark contrast and the laughingstock of the event.

he gazes from many of the young men on Sabine grew more intense.

Damian’s face darkened. He abruptly called a halt to the race, strode forward, and lifted Sabine down from her horse.

Well now, is Damian getting jealous?” someone teased.

amian glanced down at the woman smiling brightly in his arms and admitted freely, “When you have a treasure like this, you ought to keep a close watch.”

e turned to leave, carrying Sabine. As he passed Lorelei’s horse, the usually placid mare suddenly spooked and reared.

orelei cried out as she was thrown violently to the ground, a searing pain shooting through her arm.

amian didn’t even break his stride, carrying Sabine farther and farther away.

he laughter from the crowd grew louder.

omeone even brought over a half–bucket of muck from the stables and deliberately poured it over her head.

inking and unable to move her arm,

orelei fought back tears and humiliation, struggling back to the Blackwood estate alone.

he wanted to call the family doctor, but the butler merely shot her a cold look and tossed her a cheap tube of ointment.

he master is with Ms. Montoya. Don’t bother them over a minor injury. Trash like you doesn’t need coddling. Just rub this on it.”

te that night, the pain became unbearable.

le struggled to the door of the master bedroom, wanting to ask Damian to at least take her to a hospital.

ie had just knocked once when a man’s impatient roar came from inside, “Get lost!”

weler’s hand froze in mid air before slowly falling to her side.

e went to the hospital by herself, getting an X–ray and a cast in the emergency room.

hile waiting, she numbly scrolled through her phone and saw a new post from Sabine.

the photo, a man’s lean waist was faintly visible, the string of prayer beads from his wrist resting on Sabine’s pale one.

he caption read (The Saint of Manhattan, the bad girl of Miami We were made for each other

he first reply was from Damian: (of course.)