Web Fic
Chapter 111
Yasmin entered the house, catching Mary, who was just about to leave.
Mary greeted, “Mrs. Ford, you’re back.”
“Yeah. Are you heading out now?” Staff members of Oak Garden lived in a small building a short distance away. So a quick phone call would summon them to the house if anything happened.
“Yes.” It was already 8:00 pm.
Mary informed Yasmin, “Mr. Ford is upstairs.”
Just then, she noticed something and called, “Mr. Ford.”
Yasmin looked up.
Blake, who had appeared out of nowhere, was watching her with a stoic expression from the second–floor railing.
Didn’t she say he was bothering her? Why had he come back?
“You go on ahead,” the man instructed Mary.
“Yes, sir. Mrs. Ford, there’s some soup in the pot. Remember to have some later,” Mary reminded before leaving.
Instead of entering the kitchen, Yasmin headed straight for the stairs. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
“Why did you come back?” Blake asked coldly.
“I’m here to pack my things,” Yasmin replied.
Blake’s face was twisted in a scowl, but he remained silent.
Ignoring his cold demeanor, Yasmin walked into her closet. She subsequently pulled out a suitcase and began sorting through her belongings.
The jewelry cabinet in the room was full of gems.
They were extremely expensive and could fetch tens of millions of dollars if sold.
Yasmin knew the jewelry belonged to Blake’s rightful wife, not her. And just like the villa at Newphoria Bay, she could only use them–not take them.
Eventually, she ended up not taking anything with her. This made her realize that although she had been married to Blake for two years, there was nothing she could call her own.
She then walked over to where the handbags were kept, figuring she’d grab the valuable ones
to sell.
However, as she lifted her head, she spotted Blake standing at the door, shooting her a glare that sent chills down her spine.
“What are you doing?” he asked, stepping forward with a penetrating stare.
Holding two bags in her hands, Yasmin pursed her lips. “I’m here to take some bags with me.”
“You can’t afford to buy them yourself, so you want to use my things to attract other men?” Blake sneered.
Yasmin retorted, “You don’t even need them, so what’s the point of keeping them? I’ve already used them before, so don’t tell me you’re going to give them to Giselle.”
“It’s my choice who to give them to, and you’re not allowed to take any of them.”
The man walked over and swiped the bags out of her hands.
Startled, Yasmin watched him step forward, trapping her between his body and the shelf.
“What are you doing?” Yasmin didn’t understand why he was suddenly acting this way. Hadn’t they cleared things up earlier in the afternoon?
“Forget the bags; you aren’t even allowed to take any of the clothes,” he snapped.
“I designed some of the clothes myself, so I should be allowed to take those, right?”
“No. They belong to me as long as they’re here.” Blake’s expression was grim.
He was standing too close to comfort, his lips nearly touching Yasmin’s.
Feeling uncomfortable, she lifted her arms to put some distance between them. Unexpectedly, he grabbed her hands and pressed them over her head.
As a result, Yasmin’s body arched, her lips brushing the man’s Adam’s apple.
Immediately, Blake stiffened.
“Just tell me what you want. I only came back to get my belongings.”
“Like I said, everything here belongs to me,” Blake stated emotionlessly. “Don’t even think of using my things to hook up with other men.”
Blake was acting completely unreasonably.
Yasmin had been busy coming up with ways to earn money. Yet, everything she was doing just
made her seem like a slut to him.
She tried to break free from his grasp, but he was too strong.
With no other way out, she decided to compromise. “Fine, I’ll leave without taking anything,
alright?”
“No.” Shooting her a glare, Blake leaned in slightly, pressing their lips together.
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