Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 79

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 placed it under his injured leg.

Turning to him, she asked, “Is there anything else I need to do?”

Blake looked at her and said, “I got injured because of you. You’ll have to stay and attend to my needs.”

“I know,” she answered, lowering her gaze.

Her submissive appearance made him feel much better.

“Just give me any orders. I’ll do whatever I can to help you,” Yasmin added.

“I’m hungry now,” said Blake.

Yasmin nodded and went downstairs to ask the housekeeper. “Mary, is dinner ready?”

“It will be ready soon,” said Mary as she plated her last dish.

Yasmin said, “Mary, prepare some mild food for the next few weeks. Blake’s leg is injured, so he needs a light diet.”

Mary replied, “Alright.”

Yasmin fetched a bowl, scooped some soup, and brought it upstairs, along with a few dishes

for Blake. He was sitting on the bed with a furrowed brow.

She walked over and placed the dishes on the bedside table, asking. “Is your leg hurting?”

“No,” he replied, still frowning.

Yasmin suddenly remembered what Joel said, so she lowered her head and asked, “Is it hurting there?”

He followed her gaze down to his waist and raised an eyebrow. “Who told you?” he questioned.

“Dr. Sawyer told me.”

Blake’s face turned sour.

Guessing that Blake was embarrassed, Yasmin lowered her voice and said, “Don’t worry. Dr. Sawyer only told me. No one else knows.”

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She then said softly, “It’s okay. It’s just swollen. It probably won’t affect anything once it heals. You don’t need to worry too much.”

After absorbing that information, Blake’s face shadowed over.

Yasmin then took out a tube of ointment and said, “Dr. Sawyer prescribed this ointment. He said to apply it three times a day–morning, noon, and night.”

Finally unable to hold back, Blake glared at her and questioned, “Are you doing this

intentionally? Are you deliberately saying these things to annoy me now that I’m injured and bedridden?”

“No, of course not. Dr. Sawyer specifically told me this. I just didn’t want you to carry too much burden in your heart, so I was trying to comfort you,” she explained.

“Is that so?” he scoffed, not believing her at all.

He tossed the ointment onto her and said, “Since you care so much about me, why not come and apply the ointment for me?”

Yasmin was flabbergasted. “You want me to apply it for you?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yes, it was you who caused the injury. If you didn’t hit me with your helmet, I wouldn’t have had to go through this pain now, would I?”

Embarrassed, she replied, “I didn’t do it on purpose. I couldn’t control my speed when I s

down like that.”

“That helmet is incredibly heavy,” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry,” Yasmin apologized, her face red from the embarrassment.