It was a warning.Lizzie looked at him with a pale face, "Roxy is your cousin, your blood relative. Yet, you treat her this way?""She has continuously caused trouble, so she deserves to be punished. Otherwise, she'll continue to think she's very clever," Blake said slowly and lazily.Lizzie's expression was extremely unpleasant. She said in a low voice, "Technically, she didn't do anything wrong. She just handed those things to Aunt Anne; it's a fact."Blake didn't even raise his gaze, his tone unchanged: "What happens between Yasmin and I is none of anyone's business."He glanced at her.Their eyes met, and Lizzie felt inexplicably guilty. She lowered her head. "Maybe she just wanted to help you find your way back.""I know whether she did it for me or herself." Blake lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the bowl of soup, "Something is in this soup, right?"He could tell at a glance. Previously, Annalise asked Yasmin to give him a bowl of soup too.He could taste an odd med
Ivan said, "You don't need to worry about that. I can arrange for medical personnel and a helicopter. You can leave with them. It shouldn't be a problem."Yasmin was silent for a moment. Then, she said, "Wouldn't seeking treatment overseas cost much money?"She had about a million in her account; she feared it wouldn't be enough if she hired a team of experts to save her father."Oh, you’re worried about that." Ivan smiled and said, "We can negotiate with them. Some teams are developing new drugs. It might be free if your father is willing to participate in a trial. You would only need to pay for hospitalization."Yasmin's eyes glistened. "Is that possible?"Ivan nodded.Yasmin thought momentarily and asked, "Is it risky to participate in a trial?""There is some risk, of course." Iven was blunt with her. "However, it might be worth participating in a trial with your father's current condition; there's a chance he could wake up."Yasmin didn't speak, seemingly hesitant.Ivan s
"Is there anything to eat here?" he asked her.Yasmin turned her head away, avoiding eye contact with him. "I've already said we've broken up. Go home."She didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.She knew it wouldn't be long before Anna and Lizzie discovered he was there. Then, they would come and trouble her again."I said we're not breaking up," Blake emphasized, closing the door with a backhand and pressing her onto the sofa. His hand wrapped around her waist while the other tugged at her nightgown. He coaxed her with a low voice, "We're not breaking up. Listen to me...""Don't do this." Yasmin frowned, stopping his hand. "We can never be together anymore.""Why? Then, who can you be with?" Blake's eyes were icy, "Ivan? You've changed your mind after meeting him for tonight, huh?""How did you know?" Yasmin wondered how he had found out that Ivan and she had met that night.Blake's lips curved into a sneer, "You kept meeting with him as soon as he returned. You
Yasmin felt exhausted hearing it.It didn't matter if they had the blessing from the Fords—he was determined to be with her.However, Yasmin was tired. Wearily, she said, "Blake."He looked down at her.Yasmin said, "It's over between us. Let go of me."She no longer wanted to have any part of this physically and emotionally draining relationship. She reached out to push him away, eager to leave.However, as soon as she was about to push him away, he pressed her down again. A possessive look lingered in her eyes as he asked, "Did you hear me? I said we're not breaking up."Yasmin's expression changed. She stiffened her stone as she noticed he was forcing his way through. "Blake, I told you—We can never happen."His eyes grew darker and colder at the sound of "never". It was as if he had lost his ability to think straight. He suddenly pulled off her nightgown and kissed his way down.Yasmin's face turned pale. "Let go of me!""I tried to coax you, yet you're not satisfied. I'
Yasmin waited outside.Annalise and Lizzie arrived in less than 10 minutes.Annalise noticed Yasmin sitting in the corridor and coldly asked, "Where is Blake?""He's getting stitches inside," Yasmin answered softly. Annalise and Lizzie showed up immediately after they had arrived at the hospital—they must have asked someone to spy on her.She knew they would find out once Blake came, and here they were."How did this happen?" Annalise asked."His wound accidentally ripped," Yasmin replied."I mean, how did his wound rip? What were you doing?" Annalise's gaze sharpened.Yasmin didn't answer as she pursed her lips together.Annalise became furious as she noticed the hickey on Yasmin's neck, "Were you up to no good again?"Yasmin couldn't respond. She would be lying if she said no; they were physically intimate, and the hickey on her neck Blake left as evidence.At this moment, Annalise became more convinced that Yasmin was a curse. She spoke harshly, "The Church of the Saints
Annalise and Lizzie opened the treatment room door.Blake had just finished getting his stitches. He heard the door open and immediately looked toward the direction of the door. His expression darkened slightly, noticing it wasn't Yasmin. “Why are you here?”“Aunt Anna heard you were hospitalized and insisted on coming to see you,” Lizzie answered softly.Blake frowned as his cold gaze fixed on Lizzie. “How did my mother know I was hospitalized? Did you have someone spy on me? Or was it Yasmin?”“It wasn’t Lizzie; I had someone spy on you. I was worried that woman would cling to you again, so I specifically sent someone to keep an eye on her!” Annalise complained, “I didn’t expect you to go to her. I told you to stay at Stanton Bay tonight, yet you ran off again. Are you trying to make me angry?”She had already gone to bed. She never thought Lizzie would knock on her door in the middle of the night, saying that Blake had gone to see Yasmin, got injured, and ended up in the hospit
Annalise encouraged him to give more attention to Lizzie.Unexpectedly, Blake removed Annalise’s hand and said lowly, "You should go back. I don’t need you to take care of me here."His tone was distant.He insisted on seeing the priest from the Church of the Saints.Annalise was afraid to say anything else and stood aside, waiting.Malcolm brought the priest from the Church of the Saints not long after. He wasn't cordially invited; he was brought to them in a sack.With a "bang," the priest was thrown to the ground. He groaned in pain.Annalise frowned and stood up. "Blake, how can you treat the priest from the Church of the Saints this way?"Blake ignored her and looked at Malcolm.Malcolm walked over to Blake and whispered in his ear. Blake sneered, "So, he’s a fraud."Annalise was confused, "What do you mean, a fraud?""When we found this priest, he was at a club looking for women. Does a priest like him deserve so much respect?" Blake sneered and instructed Malcolm, "Op
Annalise glanced at Lizzie. Lizzie had her head lowered as she admitted to her mistake. Her delicateness and fragility melted Annalise's heart. She took her hand and said to Blake, "Lizzie is right. Since I found out about Stuart, I’ve had nightmares every night. Lizzie stayed with me at Stanton Bay and took care of me. However, you were always so busy and never around. You didn't even visit me once when I was sick."Annalise explained with resentment.Blake remained silent. Annalise would say things he didn't want to hear whenever he visited, so he stopped going.“Don’t blame Blake, Aunt Anna. He’s swamped, so he couldn’t visit you. It’s my fault for being reckless and causing this trouble,” Lizzie comforted her.Annalise looked at her. Then, she turned to Blake and said, "Listen, you’re always so harsh with Lizzie, but look how kind she has been to you. She always speaks up for you in every situation. She’s the right woman for you!"Blake sneered. His tone was cold. "Calling it