Chapter 417


    Nichs had gone from second ce tost in the second race, and he wasn''t sure he could recover from it.


    He took the horse for ap around the meadow and grumbled angrily, "Don''t want to be themander, huh? It''s been a while since you rode on horseback? You could at least pretend to be rusty! Women are liars!"


    He thenshed out at Shaun and Samantha, "And don''t even get me started on you two! You went on and on about how you didn''t want to be themander, but oh, you two were sly! You didn''t have to make me put my guard down. If you wanted to bemander so badly, just say so!"


    Hera tried to exin, "Would you believe me if I said muscle memory kicked in after I took the horse for a couple of rounds?"


    Samantha piped up, "For the record, I really don''t want to be themander of the trip. I was only trying to catch up to Hera and didn''t realize how fast I was going."


    "Curse mypetitiveness," Shaun mused, clicking his tongue. He cast a thoughtful look at Bernard and drawled, "What happened back there, Bernard? It isn''t like you to be slower than Samantha."


    He was definitely amused by Bernard''s loss.


    Bernard fell silent. He had been careless and too focused on beating Nichs. But he didn''t mind how the race turned out. He steered the horse toward Hera and said, "I figured I''d cut you guys some ck for going easy on Hera."


    Shaun rolled his eyes. He had noeback for that.


    Nichs, on the other hand, was stumped. Despite his effort, he was made the butt of the joke.


    Night gradually fell, and the five of them led the horses back to the stables before they returned to their lodging house.


    "Well, as the rules stipte, Hera is now officially ourmander for the trip. We''ll go along with whatever ns you have, Hera," Nichs said.


    Hera truly didn''t want to be appointed asmander, which was just another way of addressing an over-glorified tour leader. She would have to n the itinerary, book the group''s lodgings, make meal arrangements, and do all that misceneous work.


    She could have kicked back and let someone else do it instead.


    When she spotted Wayne approaching them, a bright idea crossed her mind. She announced, "In that case, we''ll leave the nning to Wayne! Whatever he says goes!"


    Wayne gaped at her, unable to wrap his head around the duties suddenly ced on him.


    After a long day, the six of them had a humble farmer''s fare for dinner before retiring to their rooms for the night.


    Nichs tossed and turned in bed, but sleep would note to him. If things had gone ording to his ns, he should be sharing a tent with Hera by thekeside now. But Bernard just had toe along and ruin everything!


    Why was Bernard different from what he had expected?


    If this went on, the trip would be a honeymoon trial for Hera and Bernard.


    Nichs refused to let that happen. It was time he pulled out the big guns.


    He pondered his next move and bolted upright in bed, grabbing his phone to call Hera.


    Meanwhile, Hera was in a separate


    room, leaning against the headboard


    and scrolling through her phone.


    When the sound of running watering from the bathroom stopped, she quickly set her phone aside and picked up the book about


    programming on the nightstand.


    She might be on holiday, but her acting skills were not. She had to look like she was serious about improving her programming.


    Bernard emerged from the


    bathroom in a set of ck pajamas.


    When he saw Hera reading on


    Bu


    bed, he drank a ss of water before burrowing under the covers. He snaked his arms around her and read with her under the lights.


    Just then, Hera''s phone rang. She picked it up, and Bernard frowned when he saw Nichs'' name shing on the screen. He reached out to answer the call and put it on speaker.


    "Hera, I don''t feel so good. Can youe over and take a look?" Nichs groaned on the other line.


    "Can you describe your symptoms?" Hera asked coolly.


    "I''m lightheaded and nauseous. I''ve been retching and having palpitations. I''m just sick all over. I think I''m dying," Nichs whined.


    "Do you think it''s because of the altitude?" Hera asked.


    Nichs answered immediately, "Yes! I think so. Could youe here and take a look?"


    Hera relented. "Fine. Give me a second."? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.