Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 82

“Alright,” Eunice agreed.

The following day, Yasmin was roused from her sleep by the ringing of her phone. She drowsily grabbed it, and the screen illuminated with Blake’s name.

Sensing it might be something significant, she answered, her voice soft and languid, “Hello.

Blake did not speak for a while.

“Hello? Why aren’t you talking? Did you dial the wrong number?”

She was about to hang up when Blake said, “I need to pee.

So, it was just an early morning bathroom call.

Understanding the task, Yasmin nodded and said, “I’ll be right there.”

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and went to the master bedroom.

Upon hearing some movement, Blake glanced up and spotted her in a light pink nightgown, gracefully approaching him in the morning light, exuding charm and enchantment. His gaze intensified.

She bent down and asked, “You need to pee?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll help you up,” she said, lifting the blanket.

Under the blanket, Blake wore a loose sleeping robe. His robust chest suddenly caught her eyes. Yasmin hesitated for a moment before turning her head away. Her ears had reddened.

He chuckled, got up, and shifted his weight onto her.

Yasmin grimaced. “Oh, God! You’re so heavy.”

“Well, why are you so short?” he teased, glaring at her.

She crinkled her nose and muttered, “I’m not short. I’m five feet six inches tall. I have a standard model figure. It’s just that you’re too tall.” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Blake smiled.

This used to be their usual dynamic in the past. She would often complain about him, but on

occasion, she would playfully tease and even be flirtatious. She was vibrant and adorable. There were moments when he couldn’t resist the urge to pat her on the head.

The two entered the bathroom together. When they reached the toilet, Yasmin felt awkward again, mainly because she played the role of Blake’s crutch and couldn’t just walk away.

Blake, on the other hand, was quite natural. He reached down and untied his sleeping robe. Yasmin immediately looked up, not daring to say a word.

She was waiting for him to finish quickly. Hearing the sound of water, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She needed only to endure a little longer.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, she lowered her head to take a look and blushed so intensely that her ears seemed to emit smoke. When she turned her head, she encountered Blake’s meaningful gaze.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned away, unsure of where to direct her gaze.

He couldn’t help but curl his lips and tease, “Why? Brave enough to take a peek, but you have no guts to look at me directly?”

“I did not!” she said while fanning herself with one hand. “Are you done? I want to go back to sleep.”

y 9:00 am,” he remarked.

“It’s already 9:00 am,”

She groaned. “It’s already past 9:00 am?”

“Yes, are you

still daydreaming?”

“Probably.” She did not expect time to pass so quickly.

Yasmin helped him back to bed and asked, “Are you hungry? Do you want breakfast?”

Blake nodded indifferently. Just as she was about to bring breakfast up, her phone rang. It was a call from Ivan.

She answered, “Hello, Mr. Burke.”

“Please, call me Ivan,” said Ivan from the other end. He was sipping his coffee in a cool and distant demeanor.

“Okay,

resting.

Yasmin responded and looked behind her at Blake, who had his eyes closed while

Then, she thought of her mother–in–law’s words. She had asked her to develop a good relationship with Ivan and divorce Blake as soon as possible.

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So, Yasmin changed her tone, and with a sweet voice, she said, “Ivan, hi!”

Abruptly, Blake opened his eyes, and a frigid gaze emanated, piercing through like daggers.