Chapter 143: A Pang Of Jealous

• Over the weekend, Francis decided to take Scarlett to the stables despite her lukewarm reaction during their conversation earlier.
• “Wait, what? What are we doing here anyway? I thought I already told you that I don’t want to ride any horses.” Scarlett said angrily. She looked at Francis with a death stare, her hands deep inside her pockets. She was wearing grey joggers and a form-fitting black shirt. As always, she looked lovely. Her hair was tied up, so, from a distance, one could easily mistake her for a charming young man.
• “Go and change your clothes!” Francis hollered at her.