After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 677

Chapter 677

And at this moment, Isla, who had been thrown off the horse, did notfeel the pain she should have felt.

It was in that instant when she fell that a white figure suddenly leapedfrom behind her!

The figure landed directly on her horse's back and then leaned forwardto catch Isla with one hand just as she was about to fall to the ground.She lifted Isla up and placed her in front of herself, facing her!

Isla’s red lips were slightly open as she stared at Sylvia in shock. Thewoman's fair and delicate profile looked particularly charming under thewinter sun, as if emitting a faint halo.

There was no emotion in Sylvia's cold almond eyes; it seemed likesaving Isla was an insignificant thing that couldn't stir any emotionalresponse from her.

Sylvia held Isla tightly against herself with one arm while pulling on thereins with the other.

Her long and powerful legs squeezed tight around the horse's belly; itstruggled at first but every time it did so, Sylvia would tighten her gripuntil it felt pain.

It let out a whinny before gradually calming down and slowing its pace."Miss Andrews..." Isla clung tightly to Sylvia's sleeve; even now, herbody still trembled slightly. Her heart beat extremely fast as if it wereabout to jump out of her chest.

She gazed incredulously at Sylvia's beautiful face.

I've been so hostile towards her. Why does she come to save me?

In that moment when Sylvia jumped over just now, it was cool andawesome! She had never seen such a cool girl before!

Her head spun dizzily but despite feeling uneasy inside, she couldn'thelp but wrap both arms around Sylvia's slender waist. As she breathedin deeply Sylvia's unique fragrance, she finally found some peacewithin herself...

Isla felt like collapsing. How could she replace peace by hugging Sylvia?The onlookers were shocked by what they saw.

Some went from tense expressions into relaxed ones.

Fortunately, nothing happened. After all, no one wanted tragedy here...In the crowd, there were a pair of eyes that stared at Sylvia's figureintently.

She felt a cold sensation, as if she was being watched by a poisonoussnake.

She looked up and saw a sea of people staring at her.

As her gaze swept over their faces one by one, Sylvia couldn't help butfeel strange.

Just moments ago, she had sensed the gaze as if a hunter waswatching his prey.

It wasn't her imagination, but when she looked over, it suddenlydisappeared.

Under Sylvia's control, the horse gradually calmed down and its pacebecame less frantic. Isla also felt it and noticed that the horse wasslowing down more and more. The staff from the stable rushed over tosee that everything was under control before coming to lead the horsesaway.

"Miss Saunders, are you okay?" They asked.

Isla was helped off the horse by Sylvia and managed to stand on herown feet despite feeling weak in her legs.

“I'm fine," Isla said with a slightly red face as she looked at Sylviagratefully.

Her back was soaked with sweat; she didn't have any strength left inher body.

Sylvia glanced briefly at Isla's flushed expression before saying calmly,“Let's go; I'm tired too."

She suggested they go for coffee to calm their nerves together.

Isla followed behind like an obedient servant as they made their waytowards the café area where they ordered drinks - latte for Sylvia andBlue Mountain coffee with added sugar for Isla who had quite a sweettooth!

As they sipped their drinks together in silence, Isla watched Sylviadrinking hers elegantly.

Somehow, she blushed.

The longer she stared, the more ashamed she grew.

When Sylvia shifted her gaze towards her, she lowered her headhurriedly and sipped the coffee. Then she heard Sylvia's voice,"Franklin and I are a couple being through thick or thin. You'd better notharbor any feelings towards him."

Isla never expected Sylvia to be so straightforward. Her gaze froze fora moment.

It took her a while for her sluggish brain to catch up - she and Sylvia...were love rivals!

But all those thoughts and words about wanting to provoke Sylvia, ormocking her, or... disdaining and looking down on Sylvia - they weregone now.