"Blake will be getting a cast, and there's no need for hospitalization. After half an hour of observation, he's free to go home."After Joel finished speaking, he scanned the corridor to look for Yasmin. When he saw her, he waved at her.Yasmin pointed to herself and asked, "Are you calling me?""Yes."Giselle glanced at Yasmin as the latter approached. Joel continued, "Blake will require bed rest once he's home. The recovery might take two to three weeks. I'll make regular visits for follow-up examinations and to change bandages. I trust you to look after him well.""Okay," Yasmin agreed. Since she was the reason for Blake's leg fracture, she accepted the responsibility to care for him.However, Giselle, who stood beside her, wasn't thrilled. As Blake's girlfriend, she questioned why Joel entrusted this duty to Yasmin.With Erik by her side, Giselle entered the ward to check on Blake.Leaning on the hospital bed, his left leg immobilized in a cast, he showcased his usual str
Yasmin thought the same. She knew she was the cause of Blake's fractured leg, and he would undoubtedly blame her for past and present grievances. Anticipating his lingering resentment, she stood silently on the side, refraining from uttering a single word.The other two also noticed Yasmin entering. Giselle then said, "Yasmin, please take good care of Blake. Also, let's exchange our contact numbers. If you need help with Blake, feel free to reach out to me via WhatsApp."Yasmin had no choice but to save her number. Now a culprit, she could not evade her responsibility.Not long after, Joel came in with the ointment for Blake.Finally, she could go home. As soon as she settled into Blake's car, a sense of relief washed over her. Dealing with Giselle was something she genuinely disliked. Being around her felt stifling, as if every word she uttered was carefully calculated and weighed.Back home, Blake was assisted to the master bedroom on the second floor. Yasmin took a pillow and p
Yasmin had seen similar scenes in short videos before. She had laughed at them, thinking that they were hilarious. The idea that one day such an incident would happen to her never crossed her mind.Being directly involved, she didn't see any humor in the situation and felt genuinely wretched about being in that position."Didn't you say you're sorry?" asked Blake with a straight face. "If you're truly sorry, then show it with some substantial care, not just empty words."Under his stern gaze, Yasmin felt a bit embarrassed."I really do want to apologize sincerely," she said."Then help me apply the ointment."Yasmin was speechless for a while. Then, as if she had figured something out, she carefully asked, "Do you seriously want me to help you apply the ointment?"Blake snorted and turned his head away."Okay."Summoning her courage, she extended her hand toward the waistband of his pants. He was donned in today's suit pants, but a section of the pant leg had been removed to a
Yasmin removed the cap from the ointment and inspected his wound. She hesitated once more. The injury was situated at the bottom, requiring her to adjust things to properly apply the ointment.Frowning, she contemplated whether to go ahead with it or not. Despite having seen Blake's manhood several times, their relationship was not at its best. They hadn't shared a bed for quite some time, making the situation a bit awkward for her."Not done yet?" asked Blake as he opened his eyes. Yasmin remained silent, her expression revealing a sense of unease. Observing her discomfort, he glanced down at himself, seemingly comprehending her thoughts, and smirked.Seeing his smirk, she gathered her courage, dabbed some ointment on her index finger, and reached down. As the ointment made contact with the wound, Blake's breath caught. He then spoke in a husky voice, "Be careful.""Be careful with what?" She raised her head to look at him.His gaze deepened as he said, "Be careful not to t
"Alright," Eunice agreed.The following day, Yasmin was roused from her sleep by the ringing of her phone. She drowsily grabbed it, and the screen illuminated with Blake's name.Sensing it might be something significant, she answered, her voice soft and languid, "Hello."Blake did not speak for a while."Hello? Why aren't you talking? Did you dial the wrong number?"She was about to hang up when Blake said, "I need to pee."So, it was just an early morning bathroom call.Understanding the task, Yasmin nodded and said, "I'll be right there."She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and went to the master bedroom. Upon hearing some movement, Blake glanced up and spotted her in a light pink nightgown, gracefully approaching him in the morning light, exuding charm and enchantment. His gaze intensified.She bent down and asked, "You need to pee?""Yes.""I'll help you up," she said, lifting the blanket.Under the blanket, Blake wore a loose sleeping robe. His robust chest suddenly caught
Ivan asked, "Yasmin, was everything okay after you went back yesterday? Did you get hurt?""No, I didn't. It was Blake who got injured. I'm fine.""Okay."Since Blake was the one injured, Ivan did not need to care much.He paused and said, "Regarding the collaboration we discussed earlier, have you thought about it?""I think we can proceed," Yasmin replied with a smile. "I've been drawing at home lately. Once I finish, I'll contact you, and then we can discuss details.""Great!" Ivan did not want to pressure her too much as long as things were progressing. After a few more words, he hung up.Yasmin put away her phone with a faint smile on her face.Just as she was about to go downstairs, Blake called out, "Yasmin."She turned around to find his tense face staring back at her.From the bed, he asked, "Are you really going to collaborate with Ivan?"Yasmin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yes.""So, you don't find anything wrong?" he asked with a displeased expression,
Blake leaned down, and his handsome face loomed larger before her eyes. Yasmin ceased breathing, and her heartbeat became erratic."Why don't we wait a few years when you're more mature? I think that would be a better time.""Am I that childish now?" she asked, looking up at him with bright, gleaming eyes.Blake laughed and replied, "Yes, you are. You run away from home at the drop of a hat.""That's because of you…"She wanted to ask whether he was the father of Giselle's child, but his hands were already on her waist, lifting her.Startled, Yasmin wrapped her hands around his neck. The next second, their lips met. Heat emanated from their lips, and her heart raced.In a daze, she wondered about the meaning of Blake's words just now. According to what he said, he did not want a divorce. But if he did not want a divorce, why involve Giselle?"Focus."Sensing her distraction, Blake bit her lips. Yasmin frowned and tried to push him away, but his gaze made her stop. There was a
Yasmin was having breakfast downstairs when Erik suddenly came and sat across from her.He muttered, "I'm sorry!"Recalling the incident, she looked at him and said, "You were the one who pushed me down the slope, right?""Yeah. Why else would I apologize to you?" Erik's face darkened a little.Yasmin smiled. "Since you're not sincere, why bother apologizing?"As she spoke, she sensed Erik's icy demeanor intensifying, his gaze turning even sharper."Yesterday, I just wanted to scare you. I didn't really intend to push you down. It was my fault."She stirred her coffee leisurely and replied, "I'm fine. It's Blake who got injured.""Blake told me to apologize to you," said Erik unwillingly.If it weren't for Blake's insistence, he would not have come.Yasmin paused in her actions. So, it was Blake who had asked Erik to apologize to her. She took a sip of her coffee, not showing her emotions, but there was a slight fluctuation in her eyes.Erik suddenly said, "But don't think I