Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 104

Blake was a little wild, but he knew they could only do so much tonight.

Thus, he stopped what he was doing, reluctantly let go of her, and went downstairs to open the door.

Blake opened the door to reveal Joel clutching his phone.

Joel looked at him strangely and asked, "Blake, what's going on? I've been yelling so many times. Why was there no response from either of you?"

Blake's face was frigid as he demanded, "Where's the medicine?"

Joel passed him a box of medicine.

Blake took it. Wanting to assess Yasmin's condition, Joel pushed at the door, intending to go into the house.

With his foot, Blake stopped him from entering the house. "What's the dosage?"

"Take two pills and wash them down with water." Joel looked at Blake questioningly. "Blake, why are you blocking the door? Let me go and assess Yasmin's condition."

"No need. Get lost." Blake took the medicine and slammed the door in Joel's face.

Outside, Joel was cursing at Blake, "What the hell? I brought medicine for you, and this is the treatment I get in return? Blake! Are you even human?!"

Blake's cold voice echoed through the thick door, "Get lost."

Joel was rendered speechless.

…

Blake took the medicine and walked back to the bedroom.

The room was hot, and Yasmin lay on a pillow. She was in a daze and feeling so weak—like all her energy had been sucked away. Her face was as red as a rose.

Blake helped her up, saying, "You'll be fine after you take the medicine."

Yasmin leaned against him, wincing as she swallowed the medicine. Her eyes filled with vulnerability.

…

"Do you feel better?" Blake asked her ten minutes later.

The medicine had taken effect, and the burning heat in her body was slowly subsiding. Yasmin felt a little more sober. She looked at Blake and whispered, "Thank you."

"What happened tonight?" Blake asked, seeing that she was more clear-headed.

But Yasmin was exhausted. Unable to answer his question, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Blake didn't stay in the room for long. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. After that, he dialed Malcolm's number, asking, "What did Caleb say?"

"He said that he thought you and Mrs. Ford were divorced," Malcolm replied.

"Why would he think that?" Blake asked.

"He said that he ran into Ms. O'Shea in the alley. She told him about it. If not for that, he would never have the guts to touch your woman."

Blake's handsome face turned grave. He ended Malcolm's call and phoned Giselle.

Giselle felt a little nervous upon receiving Blake's call. She bit her lip and said gently, "Hi, Blake. Is Yasmin okay?"

"What did you tell Caleb just now?" Blake asked her icily.

Giselle knew that she could not hide this matter from him. Thus, she replied, "Just now, Caleb asked about Yasmin. I thought they knew each other, so I told him you and Yasmin were divorced."

"Who allowed you to say all these things?" Blake asked sharply.

Giselle was frightened and broke out in cold sweat. "Blake, I'm sorry. I would never have said all these things if I knew it would hurt Yasmin. It's my fault," she admitted and apologized sincerely.

"Next time, don't interfere with things that have nothing to do with you," Blake said, his voice as cold as ice.

"I'm sorry," Giselle apologized.

Blake ended the call.

He went back to the bed. Yasmin was sleeping soundly, looking like a young and cute kitten snuggled up under the covers. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Blake sat next to her. He parted her hair with his finger and silently watched her sleeping figure.

A sigh pierced the long night as he whispered, "Now you know the outside world is dangerous, don't you?"