CEO’s Romantic Affair

After she posted, she pulled down and checked Betty’s Facebook.

The friendship between them was genuine. There was no such girls’ competition thing. So, on Betty’s Facebook, Amanda was as beautiful as she was. And vice versa.

As she pulled down, Amanda found something worth noticing. She stretched out from behind and poked Betty in her waist. “Read your comments.” She reminded her.

Betty intended to make a record only. A young lady of note like she generally didn’t show off their wealth in public, Facebook, for example. Therefore, she basically didn’t mind the comments on her Facebook and seldom replied.

Hearing Amanda’s words, Betty wondered what had happened. When she unlocked her phone and browsed the comments below her post. Among dozens of comments, she saw the one that Amanda let her read.

Ada Clinton: Are you guys racing? With Keith?Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Amanda’s expression changed after reading this comment. She stared at Cathryn and gave Betty a look of hint.

At that moment, Cathryn, who was sitting in the middle, suddenly leaned forward. She was stunned by seeing a totally different Keith.

Keith’s riding suit was not different from those of others. It was a pair of black leather boots to his knees, a pair of white and tight trousers, and a black jacket. The jacket was well wrapped around the man’s upper body. With wide shoulders and a narrow waist, he did have a handsome figure.

When Keith came out, he looked up and looked at Cathryn. Then he held the reins to halt his horse. He rode on the horse with skilled movements, which were so graceful. He looked like a knight!

Keith’s horse was called Crucifix. It was a pure black blood horse.

Unlike Princess Celestia, Crucifix was now in its prime. It was tall and slender, with powerful muscles and a bright mane. Even at first glance, you could tell it was a valuable breed.

Keith liked Crucifix very much. Although he didn’t ride much, he would definitely come to the stable and spend some time with it. Keith liked horse racing. All his friends and family knew about this hobby of his. They would introduce a good breed to him once they got any. Crucifix had been with him for five years. There was a deep brotherhood-like relation between this man and his horse.

After Keith was riding on it, Crucifix ran half a lap in the racing course. After expressing its excitement, it shook its head and snorted as Keith stroked it lovingly.

After soothing Crucifix, Keith looked up and waved at Cathryn.

Cathryn stood up happily and cheered for Keith.

The atmosphere of the racecourse was suddenly warmed up. After the warm-up, everyone went to the race line and got ready.

Just the moment Keith waved at Cathryn, Betty took a picture of him and sent it to Ada.

In no time, Ada replied:

“He looks the same as before.”

Seeing the reply, Betty sneered and took another photo of Cathryn, who was standing there. In the photo, Cathryn supported herself in the waist with a bulged belly. She looked down at Keith, full of happiness and expectation in her eyes.

Sending the photo to Ada, Betty typed two words and clicked “Send.”

“No, changed.”

Despite the ups and downs, the horse racing ended up in no surprise.

To Keith, the horse race was already more of a pursuit than a hobby. Although he was an amateur, he had a high standard that was no less strict than the professionals. He won the game and left his competitor behind for half a minute.

Right after the final sprint, Jeremy watched his business partner take off his helmet and rush to the second floor. His lips hooked with a smile, and he snorted a “Tsk.”

After the race, the friends went to have lunch in the seabed restaurant. It was built for the marriage proposal, so it was the first time the rest of them saw it. Betty and Amanda started taking pictures everywhere.

Betty had been in close contact with Ada Clinton ever since she sent Cathryn’s photos to her. But the chat had paused after she had remarked, “He’s changed,” and Ada replied with a “So have I.”

Looking up at the man they were talking about, Betty watched him pulling the chair intently for Cathryn and setting her tableware one by one before he told the chef every detail of her taste.

He seemed not tending to his fiancée at all but like a deacon who had signed a bloody deed to serve no one else but his priestess.

A man like him was impossible not to be noticed, and if one met him a few more times, it would be hard even to move the eyes from his being.

But his gentleness was overall distant.

There was always a touch of coldness surrounding him.

A good upbringing and self-cultivation he had. He seemed more restricted than their usual club of rich boys and girls. He looked like there was a remote aristocratic charm in his bones, that the longer you had been in contact, the more you were drowned in his elegance.

Of course, she used to have a crush on Keith and had surrendered her heart to him since their university days. She knew as early as then, too, that he would never be hers. These restricted men knew too well what they wanted and when to restrain, and any effort to win their hearts would be in vain.

The more assured he made her feel, the less possible she found it to win his heart.

But Betty was no fool. Her joyful nature gave her immunity to the melancholy obsessions that might be shared with many. She had her share of love affairs in all these years, despite Keith being secretly buried in the corner of her heart.

She realized it was time to make an end to it, though, when she saw how Keith was affectionate with Cathryn.

He was soft as silk with her, and he seemed comfortably skilled, if not proud when taking care of her as if they had been with each other for years. She wonders if he had been planning this for a long time that he could be so proficient with her now.