Chapter 741

Jasmine's expression morphed into a caricature of hatred, like a movie villain poisoned by a potent concoction. Her teeth gnashed furiously, mirroring the rage she undoubtedly felt toward me.

Anyone hearing such a description wouldn't struggle to imagine the depths of her loathing.

I subtly nudged Colin to observe her reaction, but he simply stroked my hair with a casual air before settling next to me. He remained silent by my side, not even sparing her a glance.

Since it was still early, I continued painting for a while. It was nearly 7:00 pm when my stomach growled. I reluctantly stopped painting to get food.

Jasmine, too, wrapped up her work and took out her phone to make a call. As she waited for the call to go through, she stared at Colin next to me.

I wondered if she was calling Colin. After all, she had been brazen in her attempts to snare Colin.

A barrage of questions flooded my mind. Why was she neglecting her rehabilitation? Was a lifetime in a wheelchair truly a wor