Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 103

Blake and Yasmin arrived at Oak Garden.

Yasmin's damp hair was plastered all over her delicate little face. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Blake parted her long hair and carried her to the second floor.

Yasmin lay on the bed. Despite her situation, she still had the time to joke. "Your leg has recovered?"

"Almost," Blake replied.

"Have you removed your cast?"

"I removed it this afternoon," Blake replied. Upon seeing her suffering so much discomfort, he rinsed a towel for her to wipe her sweat.

Feeling a sudden wave of heat, Yasmin curled up and quivered.

"Joel is almost here. Bear with it for a while longer." Blake helped her up and gave her some warm water to drink.

Yasmin's logic flew out of the window. She lay in his arms, drank two sips of water, and didn't want to let go of him.

She felt so hot. When she touched Blake's cool skin, she refused to let go. She leaned against him, nestled in his sturdy arms.

"Yasmin?" Blake looked down at her.

It was rather unlike her to do such a thing.

She was flushed a scarlet red, her dazed expression lively and captivating.

"I'm so hot." Yasmin leaned on his shoulder, her eyes bright and watery as if shrouded by a layer of mist. She was so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes off her.

"That bad?" Blake asked.

Yasmin gave a low grunt. She didn't know why, but his thin lips looked so sexy. She reached a hand out and touched his lips.

Blake didn't pull away. He sized her up, his gaze burning dangerously.

She called his name gently, "Blake…"

"Hmm?" He responded.

As she looked at him, a wave of heat suddenly rushed over her entire body. She quivered and threw herself at him.

Blake hugged her, and his burning gaze could burn her to ashes.

"Strange… I'm the one who was drugged. Why are you so hot too?" Yasmin murmured in a low voice.

Then, her red lips lightly pecked his.

Blake's breathing was heavy. He wasn't satisfied with this type of flirting from her. He held her head in his large palms and pressed his lips against hers.

Yasmin closed her eyes.

He was cuddling her, and his gaze was lingering over her dangerously.

They didn't know how they ended up tangled with each other.

Blake held her close, and Yasmin only felt that his arms were so strong, so hot that she couldn't stop herself from saying, "I want…"

Blake's pupils dilated as he probed the hem of her skirt—as if lighting a fire on her delicate skin.

He also left a hickey on her neck.

Yasmin was unable to resist his kisses. She quivered, red-eyed, and said, "Be gentle…"

He grunted in a husky voice.

Yasmin narrowed her eyes. Amid the tussle, she thought she heard someone knocking on the door downstairs.

"Is someone at the door?" she asked.

Of course, there was. Joel was at the entrance, knocking on the door.

Blake ignored her, looked into her lazy eyes, and said, "No one's knocking. Focus."

"Blake! I've brought the medicine! Open the door!"

Joel was at the door. He was as anxious as if he had ants in his pants.

Yasmin, still dazed, heard it clearly. She opened her eyes wide and said, "There is! I think it's Dr. Sawyer. He's probably brought the medicine…"

Blake was astonished that she could still think of this at this moment. Yasmin continued, "Blake… Go and open the door."

She struggled, trying to get off him.

Blake still held her tightly. "Don't move."

Joel started yelling from outside, "Blake! Where are you? Didn't you ask me to come to Oak Garden? Why is there no one here?" Upon getting no response, he called Blake on his cell phone.

The phone on the nightstand rang.

From outside, Joel could hear the phone ringing inside. He leaned his ear against the door and yelled, "BLAKE! ARE YOU BOTH INSIDE?!"