"Roxy …" Blake said menacingly.Roxy's heart raced with fear, but she refused to back down. Her eyes were red as she complained, "She hit me first, Blake.""So you're saying she was the first to attack a group of people?" Blake asked coldly.This took Yasmin aback. She didn't expect him to speak up for her. It was a surprise."N-No …" Roxy was pale. She lied, "It's because she stole my man!""And who would that be?""Ivan Burke." He wasn't around, anyway, so Roxy went wild with her lies. She'd had a crush on Ivan for the longest time and already thought of him as hers.Blake's gaze was mocking. He said bluntly, "Would he be interested in someone like you?""What's wrong with me?""You're obnoxious and arrogant. There's nothing good about you."Roxy was stunned into silence. She had nothing to say in retort.Yasmin smirked at this. At least Blake knew his cousin well enough—indeed, she was an idiot without any redeeming qualities. There was nothing about her that would make s
Yasmin was running low on cash right now. It was all she needed to settle the problem. Everyone was taken aback as they turned to stare at her. She smiled. "What? Don't tell me the daughter of an affluent family isn't even willing to compensate me for my medical bill."Roxy couldn't stand being provoked. She held her head high and said, "Who said anything about not wanting to pay you? Name your price.""50 thousand dollars." Yasmin was afraid she would go back on her word and quickly flashed her QR code.Roxy pulled out her phone and scanned it. "There, I've transferred it to you. Check your balance. Don't go around saying I haven't paid you.""It's in." Yasmin was in a much better mood when she saw the additional 50 thousand dollars in her account. Earning such a huge sum in exchange for two slaps was pretty worth it.The atmosphere turned odd. Blake watched as Yasmin took the money, his expression frosty as could be.She didn't linger, turning to leave after getting the money.
After scrutinizing Yasmin for a while, Blake said, "You got what you deserved."This set Yasmin alight. "I got attacked for nothing, and you think I deserved it?""You deserved it because you didn't even think about retaliating despite them ganging up on you."Yasmin was taken aback. "I did fight back. There were just too many of them. Besides, they're all socialites and daughters of affluent families. I'm a nobody. How could I go against them?""Just go all out. I'd like to see whether any of them would dare to come after you."This stunned Yasmin into silence. What did Blake mean by that? Would he protect her? She couldn't understand what he meant, so she looked at him.Blake's face was devoid of emotion. He tilted her head up and applied some ointment on her face. The cooling sensation of it soothed the sting from the slaps.Yasmin was finding him harder and harder to read. He kept saying that he despised her and the Starr family, but he actually treated her pretty well. In t
Yasmin felt ill at ease and wanted to get out of this amorous situation. But with the paparazzi chasing them, she didn't dare to move. She was afraid that they would catch something and blow things out of proportion, affecting the company's share price."Don't be scared." Blake seemed to sense her trembling and wrapped his hand around hers.Yasmin was taken aback when he interlaced his fingers with hers and pulled her even tighter against him. She was even more flustered when she sensed his arousal. "Mr. B …"Blake said in a low voice, "Stop talking."Her voice was so gentle and tender. He couldn't take it."But …" She felt so uneasy. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, and she could feel him pressing his arousal against her through the material of their clothes. Her face burned.The car would occasionally jolt as it went over potholes and speed bumps, worsening the scenario. It was as if it were spicing things up for them.Yasmin was so flustered that she hitche
Yasmin smiled bitterly. She got off Blake's lap and out of the car. A voice inside her told her to turn around to ask Blake not to go. She tried and failed to suppress it. Finally, she turned around. "Mr. B—"She stopped abruptly. Blake had already driven into the night. Yasmin's expression turned sorrowful. A tear rolled down her face and onto the grass. More tears followed.She stood amidst the chilly breeze as tears streamed down her face. If Blake could leave her behind with a single phone call from Giselle, why was she still holding out hope?After all, he'd loved Giselle for a whole decade.In this moment, Yasmin truly gave up. She wiped her tears and ran upstairs. Then, she packed her stuff and left.…Blake drove to the hospital. When he arrived, he saw Giselle sitting on the bed and rubbing her belly. She looked fragile. When she saw him, she smiled. Her eyes were filled with love as she said, "You're here, Blake."He glanced at her coolly. "Does your belly still hurt?"
When Blake returned to Oak Garden, it was already nighttime. Mary walked out and said, "Mr. Ford, Mr. Arthur's secretary called to ask you and Mrs. Ford to drop by on Saturday night.""Alright," Blake said. "Has Yasmin had dinner?"Mary looked confused. "Mrs. Ford hasn't returned since leaving the house in the evening."Blake was taken aback. He hurried upstairs and saw that her desk was empty. A portion of her clothes had been taken away.Blake's expression turned icy. His handsome features looked especially menacing.…Yasmin had dinner with Eunice at the studio. Eunice bought some beer. As they drank, they talked about the collaboration with NAS Group.Eunice was surprised. "Are you serious? NAS Group is at the top of the luxury brands industry. Do they really want to work with us?""I just can't help thinking that everything's going too smoothly." Yasmin didn't know why she felt this way, but she wasn't really ready to take the risk.Eunice felt the same. "Maybe we should look out
After that, Yasmin sat on the couch and drank her beer silently. Just then, her phone rang. She answered it. "Hello?""Yasmin, it's me." Giselle's voice rang out on the other end of the line. She said demurely, "I have something to ask you.""What is it?""Well, I just wanted to know what brand of condoms Blake normally uses."Yasmin was taken aback. "What?""You've been by his side, haven't you? Do you know the brand and size he uses? He's staying over tonight, so I figured I had to get some ready. But I don't know what he normally uses, so I wanted to check with you …" This was a phone call to mark her territory.Yasmin couldn't bring herself to say anything. Bitterness overwhelmed her as she took another swig of beer."Yasmin?" Giselle was still talking. "Why aren't you saying anything? Has my question hurt you? But you said you and Blake don't have feelings for each other, right?"Yasmin didn't answer. She hung up and cut Giselle's chattering off. She downed her beer and op
Yasmin was drunk, so she felt like she was dreaming. She wrapped her arms around Blake's neck. "You're back, Mr. B.""Sucking up to me won't work." Blake thought she was trying to butter him up. His expression was cold as he reached up to pry her hands away."Mr. B, don't get together with anyone else." She leaned against him and held his face, bringing their faces close together. "I'm better than them, aren't I?"She looked into his eyes. The corners of her eyes were red from her drunkenness. She caressed his face. "I'm obedient, aren't I? Isn't that good enough?"Blake's eyes darkened. "You're the one who's been demanding a divorce, remember?"She pouted. "I feel horrible."Blake couldn't bring himself to push her away now. He held her in his arms and asked her, "Where do you feel horrible?""My heart." Yasmin put a hand over her chest. She mumbled, "I told myself that my family's in the wrong because Dad tricked you, so I can't blame you for how you've treated me. You're inno