Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 119

However, they didn't go to their usual spot.

Instead, she was led to a small garden.

Yasmin had just sat down when she heard some footsteps. She looked up and saw Blake slowly walking toward her, his tall figure casting a shadow over her.

"What do you want?" Yasmin studied him.

Blake stood before her, blocking the light above her head. "Your life sure is exciting, Ms. Starr. Yesterday, it was Erik; today, it's Mr. Burke. You never fail to surprise me."

Yasmin frowned.

Blake never said anything nice.

Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Well, it has nothing to do with you."

Yasmin tried to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

Infuriated, she snapped, "What are you doing, Blake? Did you call me over just so you could humiliate me?"

Grabbing ahold of her chin, Blake peered down at her coldly. "Didn't you say I was your sponsor earlier? Well, in that case, shouldn't you be hoping to see me? So, why are you unhappy?"

"Who likes to be humiliated?" Yasmin was furious. "I didn't think too much of it when I said that. What's the point of making such a big deal out of it?"

Blake retorted, "You'd better stay away from those men if you don't like being humiliated."

"What right do you have to demand that of me?"

"We're not divorced yet," he growled.

"Like I told you, you can just tell everyone that you dumped me."

Blake sneered, "I won't do something like that. Anyway, we're still married, so don't you dare cheat on me."

Yasmin was taken aback.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Blake took a peek and noticed a message from Giselle that read: "Blake, there seems to be something wrong with my dress. Can you come upstairs and help me take a look?"

After reading the text, he released Yasmin and left.

Yasmin touched her aching chin, unaware that Giselle had been watching her interaction with Blake from the third floor the entire time. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The glare Giselle was shooting Yasmin was piercing enough to kill.

When Yasmin made her way back downstairs, Roxy was surrounded by a group of women.

Spotting Yasmin, Roxy walked over and apologized, "Were you the one who kept phoning me, Yasmin? I was busy doing my makeup earlier. I'm sorry I missed your calls."

Her sudden change in attitude alarmed Yasmin. She questioned, "What exactly do you guys want? Does Giselle have a dress to wear or not? If she does, return the white dress to me so I can have it fixed."

"She doesn't. Giselle is still stuck upstairs right now because she doesn't have anything to wear."

Roxy gave her a push to encourage her upstairs. "Hurry up, Yasmin. Giselle is in the first room on the left on the third floor. Make sure you go to the right room!"

Yasmin calmly removed Roxy's hand and walked upstairs.

The room wasn't locked, so Yasmin opened the door and went inside.

There were sounds of running water coming from the bathroom.

Thus, she figured Giselle was showering.

"Are you done yet?" Yasmin urged.

The bathroom door opened, and out came a man wrapped in a white towel. It was Erik.

Yasmin was stunned to see him.

Erik was suspicious of her as well. "What are you doing here?"

Thinking of something, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Don't tell me you deliberately followed me and decided to seduce me after seeing me coming in to shower?"

Yasmin sneered and was just about to tell him that he was thinking too highly of himself when Roxy's voice rang out. "Blake, Giselle, are you two ready yet? Everyone's waiting for you."

"We're almost ready. I'll be down as soon as I pass Erik some clothes."

A group of people headed toward the room.

Hearing the noise, Yasmin and Erik began to panic.

Erik, accidentally slipping on a puddle of water, instinctively grabbed onto Yasmin, and the two fell to the floor.