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.

Scarlett angrily stomped and yelled out, “Why the hell did you ask me to ride here so early in the morning? Why can’t you just leave me alone and sleep in on the weekends for once? I don’t wanna ride any horses! Why can’t you understand that?”

The staff at the stables all knew Francis, so they felt awkward seeing him get into an argument with his new, young wife.

“Scarlett,