Yasmin glanced at the lilies, surprised that Blake had brought flowers.She looked at Mia's name on the tombstone and silently spoke a few words in her heart, "Mom, I'm here to see you."I've avenged Dad."She could feel the sadness in her heart gradually dissipate as she spoke.On the way back from visiting Mia, Yasmin seemed somewhat silent.Blake dropped her off at Erinnyes. He gently touched her head, reminding her to eat lunch.Yasmin didn't respond and got out of the car, heading into her studio.She stayed busy in her studio for the whole day.In the evening, as she left the studio, she noticed a car parked across the street.Seeing her, Tyler opened the car door and respectfully said, "Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford sent me to take you home."Blake was starting to do this again. He sent people to watch over her.He would never agree to separate from her.Yasmin understood that Blake would never let her go unless she left the country and started a new life elsewhere.But movin
Yasmin's lashes fluttered. Blake really had no shame.She couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore, so she went back to her room with her phone.Blake didn't follow her. Instead, he went into the kitchen to cook.Yasmin worked on her designs in her room. After a while, she smelled a waft of delicious food. Her stomach growled hungrily.She hadn't eaten dinner and was hungry.Maybe she should drink some milk?She got up, put on her shoes, and left the room. Three dishes were laid out on the dining table.Yasmin glanced at them. They looked pretty good, but she felt awkward about eating something Blake had made. She reluctantly turned away and went to the kitchen to get some milk.Blake was ladling soup and saw her enter the kitchen. Without looking up, he said, "Dinner's ready. Go get some cutlery."Yasmin hesitated for a moment but still didn't feel comfortable eating with him. She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of fresh milk.Just as she closed the fridge door,
The next day, Yasmin was awakened by something hard.She felt something pressing against her, making her uncomfortable.In a drowsy state, she reached out to touch it and then opened her eyes in shock.She had just touched… And, to her dismay, Blake got hard.Yasmin's face turned bright red. She quickly pushed him away. "What are you doing?"Blake opened his drowsy eyes. Seeing her blushing face, he looked at himself, realizing what had happened."Men are naturally sensitive in the morning." He smiled.Yasmin's face tightened.He drew closer, embracing her, and huskily whispered her name, "Yaz."Yasmin glanced at his face.His fingers reached out to touch her soft cheek. "Do you want to?""I don't want to…" Before Yasmin could finish rejecting him, he kissed her.As their soft lips touched, both were momentarily stunned.Blake's breathing grew heavy. He pulled her close and pressed against her.Yasmin was frightened, glaring at him with wide eyes. "Blake, stop it.""I
Yasmin didn't respond to Blake. She quickly put on her shoes.But Blake was one step ahead, grabbing her by the arm. "Where are you going? Didn't we agree to go skiing today?"Yasmin was startled. She still felt uneasy upon recalling his fiery passion this morning. "I'm not going skiing. I'm going to see Eunice.""She asked you out?""Yes. I've made plans with Eunice." Yasmin pulled her arm away and hastily walked out.Blake frowned.Malcolm watched Yasmin leave and asked Blake, "Mr. Ford, are we still going skiing today?""No." Blake withdrew his gaze. "Arrange a meeting with Joel this afternoon. We'll visit Mortimer to see his child.""Alright." Malcolm nodded.… When Yasmin arrived at Eunice's house, Eunice's baby was bathing.Eunice sat on the couch, watching her baby with a face full of adoration."Why are you out?" Yasmin was surprised. "Isn't your confinement period not over yet?""It's alright. I've been in confinement for half a month already. My body is almost
"Why would he be unhappy?" Eunice asked.Mona replied, "Ms. Salle, your behavior will affect the quality of your breast milk. If the baby gets fussy, Mr. Sullivan Senior will be unhappy."So, she was saying that they treated Eunice as a mere breeding machine and a milk provider.It was no wonder she felt depressed.Eunice took a deep breath and said with a cold face, "I asked you to bring the baby here."Mona didn't dare to upset her too much, reluctantly bringing the baby to Eunice.Eunice took the baby, glaring at Mona.Yasmin also glanced at Mona. She appeared to be in her 20s, yet she spoke so harshly.After Mona left, Yasmin asked, "What's with that maid? Why is she so rude?""Mr. Sullivan Senior sent her." Eunice lowered her gaze, showing the baby to Yasmin.The baby was adorably sweet in the swaddle.Yasmin played with him and noticed Eunice's distress. "Why did Mr. Sullivan Senior send her here?""He probably doesn't like me and wants someone to drive me away," Euni
Eunice felt slightly relieved. But her brows furrowed again as she explained to Yasmin, "I think so. Her name is Mona Scott. "Her father is the butler for the Sullivans. She grew up in the Sullivan family, so she's considered Mortimer's childhood playmate."So, it was a childhood crush. Her father was the Sullivan family's butler, so Mona had such a haughty attitude.Just then, Mona led the guests inside. The sound of footsteps grew closer.Yasmin glanced over, spotting Blake and Joel approaching from a distance.Joel was the first to notice the two women upstairs and asked with a smirk, "Why are you both standing upstairs?"Blake raised his gaze, his eyes settling on Yasmin and not moving away.Compared to Yasmin's calm composure, Eunice was much more flustered. She was still wearing a nightgown without a bra.With a gasp, she quickly ran into the bedroom.Yasmin withdrew her gaze and followed her in."That was so embarrassing," Eunice said, covering her face in the dressin
The familiar scent of cedar wafted in the air, making Yasmin feel somewhat uneasy. She moved away slightly to keep her distance."Eunice is currently in postpartum confinement. Let's all join her in having a confinement meal," Mortimer suggested, inviting everyone to start eating.Unlike Eunice, who was touched by Mortimer's thoughtfulness, Joel seemed troubled. Propping his chin up with his hand, he complained, "Come on, Morty! Eunice is in confinement, not us. Why should we eat this bland food, too?""If you eat other foods in front of her, she might crave them," Mortimer replied calmly, placing a stalk of celery into Eunice's bowl.Eunice looked at him with bright eyes, thinking Mortimer was really thoughtful."Why are you looking at me like that?" Mortimer asked her, meeting her gaze.Their eyes almost seemed to melt into each other.Joel couldn't help but face-palm. "Oh! I can't watch this anymore. What have I done to deserve this torture every time I come here?"Eunice
Joel's eyes lit up when he heard that suggestion.Blake was smoking on the couch. Upon hearing their conversation, he blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Asking for her help is fine, but don't bother her too much when unnecessary. Don't hover around her too much."Blake was worried that Yasmin might develop feelings for Joel.Joel clicked his tongue. "You still don't trust me? A friend's wife is off-limits. I'm not that kind of person."Blake glanced at him indifferently. "It's not that I'm afraid she'll fall for you. She wouldn't. It's just that you've always been kind to her. I don't want her to become too dependent on you.""See, this is a man's possessiveness." Mortimer turned his head and clicked his tongue at Joel. "He doesn't even see you as a threat. He thinks Yasmin definitely won't like you. He just doesn't want her to have too much contact with you."Joel was speechless.Even Blake, who rarely smiled, couldn't help but quirk the corner of his lips upon seeing Joel