Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 33

Yasmin’s best friend? Eunice?

Yasmin’s head shot up. “What have you done to Eunice?”

Blake said, “Last night, she spread rumors about my personal life online and insulted Giselle. Giselle dropped by this morning to tell me that she wanted to hold Eunice responsible for her words.”

Yasmin took a deep breath to calm herself down. “You guys are going after Eunice for something as menial as a headline?”

“Well, why didn’t she consider the consequences of her actions before running her mouth?”

“She was just standing up for me. Besides, she only got into a few arguments with some fans. She didn’t hurt anyone.”

“Do you really want her to get a lawyer’s letter?” Blake looked down at Yasmin. He didn’t seem to want to say anything else to her. He turned to leave.

Yasmin was taken aback for a split second. Then, she ran after him. “What are you guys trying to pull?”

“Get in the car.” Blake got in without shutting the door.

She was afraid he would really go after Eunice, so she didn’t dare to defy him. She got into the car and tried to reason with him. “Can we just sweep this matter under the rug?”

“It depends on how well you perform.” Blake’s voice was calm. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Yasmin clenched her fists. After a moment of silence, she asked softly, “Will you guys let Eunice off the hook if I follow you home tonight and perform well?”

“We may have to spend a night there.”

Yasmin caught his drift. She nodded. “Fine. I’ll follow your lead and make sure you’re

satisfied.”

“Tie my tie.” Blake raised his head.

It was only then that Yasmin realized his tie was crooked. He couldn’t even tie a tie without her around. He looked like an elite, outstanding man but was actually an idiot when it came to the practical side of life.

Yasmin mocked him in her heart and reluctantly reached out to undo the tie. Then, she noticed a clear bite mark beneath his collar. She asked, “Did you sleep with Giselle this morning?”

Blake frowned. Then, the realization dawned on him. He chuckled. “You’ve forgotten already?”

“What?”

He loosened his collar and pointed at the bite mark on his neck. “A certain someone left this on my neck last night after getting drunk.”

Yasmin stared at the bite mark as a scene flashed in her mind. So, she’d been the one to leave that? Suddenly, she felt a little embarrassed. “Weren’t you with Giselle last night?”

He gave her an odd look. “I was at home the whole time.”

This took Yasmin aback. So Giselle had been lying? Was the call she made last night and the misleading words she spoke carefully constructed to make Yasmin misunderstand?

In that instant, Yasmin was sure of one thing–Giselle was an intelligent, scheming bitch. She looked up at Blake and met his gaze. He asked, “What? Are you that riveted by the sight of your bite mark?”

Her face turned red. “Sorry.”

She straightened his collar and tied his tie. They fell into silence when she was done. Yasmin didn’t have anything to say, so she shut her eyes to get some rest. No matter what happened, she would only think of him as a stranger. Suddenly, the car stopped. She opened her eyes.

“Get out of the car.” With that, Blake got out, leaving her with the sight of his debonair back.

Yasmin looked outside. They’d pulled up outside a shopping mall. She followed Blake out of the car and asked, “Aren’t we supposed to head to Ford Residence? Why are we here?”

“Look at how dowdy you are. I don’t want people to make fun of me when we get to Ford Residence.”

Yasmin clenched her fists at her words. She wanted nothing more than to punch a hole in hist head. Why did someone with his looks and caliber have to have a mouth like that?

When they entered the mall, Blake strode into a female clothing store and picked a pink chiffon dress from the rack. Whenever he bought anything for Yasmin, he would subconsciously pick something pink.