He Scorned Me, Now I’m a CEO He Can’t Afford Chapter 30

He Scorned Me, Now I’m a CEO He Can’t Afford Chapter 30

A sharp pain shot through her back, right where the saddle would have sat.

As if a red-hot tack had found her again.

It was that competition.

That out-of-control horse.

That fall that had broken two of her ribs.

The cheers of the crowd around her warped and faded into a dull roar.

Cold sweat prickled the back of her neck.

She gripped the armrest, gasping for air, but her chest felt like it was being crushed.

“Daisy.” Her voice was tight. “I’m going to get some air.”

She practically fled the stands, pushing her way through the crowded corridor and stumbling out of the arena.

The cool night air hit her face.

She bent over, bracing her hands on her knees against the wall, and retched.

The world tilted on its axis.

Just then, a paper cup appeared in front of her.

Steam rose from it, carrying the sweet scent of chocolate and milk.

“Hot cocoa.”

The man’s voice was steady and clear, lacking the heavy drawl of the local cowboys.

Lena looked up.

The man holding the cup was tall, but not in Wyatt’s overpowering way.

He wore a dark windbreaker over a clean polo shirt and tailored trousers.

He looked more like an engineer than a cowboy.

His features were sharp, his eyes calm.

When he looked at her, there was no appraisal in his gaze, only simple concern.