Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 105

The next day, Yasmin woke up feeling sore and limp all over her body.

She got down from the bed, took in her surroundings, and recalled everything that had happened last night.

She had been drugged by Caleb, then saved by Blake. Her mind raced as she recalled what happened after.

He had brought her back, and they made out on the bed.

Yasmin clutched her face tightly.

Wait, how did they end up making out last night?

She had been drugged, but Blake hadn't. Why had he made out with her?

Furthermore, Blake looked terrifying when he beat up Caleb. His gaze was misleading, making Yasmin think that he cared about her.

She was confused again.

Didn't Blake hate fickle women like her to the bone?

Why was he being so nice to her?

She didn't dare to follow this thought, so she stopped herself.

"Forget it." She chided herself, "You're already divorced. You should not be looking back."

With that, she collected her things and secretly crept downstairs.

"Mrs. Ford," Mary called from the foot of the stairs.

Yasmin nearly jumped out of her skin. She clutched her bag and made a shushing gesture at Mary as she asked, "Where's Blake?"

"Mr. Ford has gone for his morning run," Mary answered.

Yasmin breathed a sigh of relief. "Keep your voice down. I'm leaving now. There's no need to prepare breakfast for me."

She walked out of the yard and ran into Giselle, who had just exited the car.

Giselle was carrying a food container. She looked at Yasmin with concern and said, "Yasmin, after everything that happened last night, are you okay? I've made some breakfast and brought it over here for the both of you."

She sounded concerned, but she was actually scanning Yasmin's body for any signs.

There was a faint hickey on her neck.

Giselle's gaze turned cold, but her face remained impassive.

When Yasmin saw this scheming woman, her gaze turned icy. She walked over, raised her hand, and slapped Giselle with a loud smack. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Giselle dropped the food container, and colored pastries spilled out.

"Yasmin. Why did you slap me?" Giselle cupped a hand around her face, looking confused.

"I slapped you because you tried to hurt me." Yasmin's gaze was cold. "Yesterday, when I arrived at the room, someone delivered wine to me saying that it was a gift from the young lady in Room 106 to congratulate me on my divorce.

"However, when I went to Room 106, Caleb was inside instead."

Giselle looked at Yasmin innocently. "Yasmin, it wasn't me. I never sent you any wine. Maybe you've misunderstood?"

"Such a coincidence, right?" Yasmin scoffed, "I just got a divorce yesterday afternoon, and Caleb knew about it that very night. How fast the news travels, doesn't it? Also, impersonating a young woman to give me wine?"

Giselle was teary-eyed. "Do you associate every young woman with me? I didn't call for any waiter last night. I never sent you any wine. Ask the waiters in Maple Tower if you don't believe me."

"Still trying to pretend?" Yasmin raised a hand, ready to hit her.

Giselle flinched and called out between sobs, "Blake! Help me!"

When she heard that name, Yasmin shuddered and turned to look behind her.

She did not know when Blake had appeared at the door in a black Speedo shirt and his usual lofty demeanor.

"Don't hit her anymore," Blake stopped Yasmin. "I called Malcolm yesterday to ask about this. She didn't instruct any waiter to do anything. Caleb asked someone to send the wine to you."

"Then how does Caleb know that I'm divorced?" Yasmin questioned.

She did not want people to know about this. If she did not tell others herself, no one would know. This way, her father's enemies would not come after her.

"Giselle briefly mentioned it to him," Blake said coolly.

"Then I didn't accuse her unjustly. If not for her big mouth, Caleb would not have been able to trick me into going to Room 106."

Yasmin did not think that she was at fault. Giselle was to blame for everything from the start.