Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 “Regretting it already? Is your love that cheap? Has it faded into nothingness after just two years?” Blake mocked. He stared at Yasmin. He had her pinned to the bed. Her pale face was devoid of emotion. “Yes, I’m regretting it. won’t love you anymore.” She wasn’t worthy of him, so she was giving up. Blake’s expression darkened. He growled, “Fine, then. Since you don’t love me anymore, that’s all the more reason for me not to let you off the h o ok. I want you to stay by my side for the rest of your life to atone for your sins. That’ll be the perfect way to torment the day you die.”. you until Yasmin was stunned. “Are we really unforgivable just because my father tricked you?” “Yes. It’s the one thing I hate the most, so you have to stay by my side for the rest of your life. You don’t have a choice in this.” With that, Blake stormed out and slammed the door behind him. Yasmin sat up, looking desolate. She hadn’t expected Blake to insist that she dedicate her life to him as a form of reparation for Stuart’s trickery. The following morning, Yasmin slowly stirred awake as the sunlight streamed in through the window. It was a bright, sunny day, which was at odds with her mood. Her stomach was hurting a little again. She had to eat something before taking her medication. She went downstairs for breakfast. Mary had made her something suitable for her constitution. “Eat as much as you can, Mrs. Ford.” 1 16 “Okay.” Yasmin started eating. She had a cute appearance. Mary couldn’t help pitying her. She rubbed Yasmin on the head. Suddenly, laughter rang out. Yasmin turned to see Blake and Giselle walking into the house. She paused halfway through her meal as her expression darkened. He refused to get a divorce, yet he still wanted to bring his mistress home. He was such a jerk! Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Mary, set another place at the table.” Blake walked into the dining room, looking like a perfect gentleman in his black suit. 1/2 7 Mary was only a housekeeper, so she didn’t dare to defy him. She did as told. Blake and Giselle sat down. The former acted like Yasmin was nonexistent and scooped some food onto the latter’s plate. “Have some of this. It’s good for you and the baby.” Giselle was pleasantly surprised by this. She glanced at Yasmin and said shyly, “Your wife’s around.” “She won’t mind.” Blake looked unruffled. Yasmin’s heart constricted. Indeed, she shouldn’t be bothered by these things. She was only here to atone for her sins. “I’m sorry about this, Mrs. Ford. Blake and I have known each other for years. He’s always been this way. He’s just habitually caring for me since I’m pregnant,” Giselle said demurely. She was the very picture of a well-mannered lady. Yasmin said plainly, “Don’t call me Mrs. Ford.” She hated that address now. She didn’t want to have anything to do with Blake. “Why?” Giselle gave Blake a confused look. “Do you two have a bad relationship?” Blake pursed his lips without saying anything. Giselle turned to Yasmin again, asking gently, “Is it because you two don’t see each other often?” “No.” Yasmin’s expression was icy. “This is nothing but a political marriage. There aren’t any feelings involved.” She glared at Blake. He returned it with an ice-cold gaze. Giselle could tell things were genuinely bad between them. This put her at ease. She said gently, “Could you pass me the salad bowl, Yasmin? Blake doesn’t like taking his vegetables, so I want to get him some to make him eat healthy.” 1 Yasmin said, “Isn’t there a turntable? Just turn it to get whatever you want. “Oh, right.” Giselle looked like she’d just noticed it. “Sorry, I’ve been abroad for so long that I’m not used to how things are back here.”

“Aren’t there turntables abroad?” Giselle paused. Then, she continued, “No, it’s just that I’ve always eaten alone. I’ve never had any need for tables like this. It was quite lonely, really.”