Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 As Blake headed upstairs, his phone rang. “Hello?” The person on the other end of the line asked, “Hi, are you the one who wants to spend two million dollars for a surrogate?” Blake’s expression darkened. “What surrogate?” “You posted an ad, didn’t you?” “I did no such thing.” He hung up. He was already in a bad mood to be with, yet he had to listen to such rubbish. It irritated him to no end. In the next second, his phone rang again. It was yet another person asking about his surrogacy ad. Blake was intelligent enough to realize what was happening. He had someone look into the matter. Sure enough, Yasmin was behind this. She’d put up an ad to get at him. Blake wasn’t angered by this, though. He found it hard to believe that Yasmin genuinely wanted to leave him when she kept pulling little tricks like this. He smirked and called her, wanting to put on a stern act while questioning her. To his irritation, he found that he’d been blocked. His smirk immediately turned into a scowl. The dam ned woman had blocked him! That night, Yasmin slept at the studio. After taking her medication, she flopped onto the couch and had a good night’s sleep. When she woke up the next morning, her stomach felt perfectly fine. To add to her delight, she’d even received an invitation from NAS Group. They wanted to discuss a potential collaboration with her. “Really? Your president’s interested in my designs?” Yasmin was delighted. NAS Group was an internationally renowned luxury brand. Sometime before this, they’d been searching for new brands to work with them, and Eunice had sent in an application. They thought they were out of hope, but things had turned out surprisingly well! There was another problem now, though. Yasmin’s drafts were all at Oak Garden. She hadn’t brought them with her.

1/3 +15 BONUS After a few seconds of hesitation, she decided to head home to collect them. Those were her things. She had every right to take them back. She hailed a cab and returned to the villa at Oak Garden. It was 10:00 am when she arrived. Blake would’ve gone to work ages ago, so she wasn’t worried about running into him. “Mrs. Ford!” Mary greeted her as soon as she stepped inside. It scared Yasmin. She gestured for Mary to keep her voice down. “Don’t tell him I came back today, Mary.” Then, she tiptoed upstairs. Mary watched her in confusion. Why was Yasmin acting like a thief in her own home? Anyway, Blake was at home. He was swimming in the pool on the top floor. Yasmin ran to the bedroom. Sure enough, it was empty. She sighed in relief, then quickly dug out her drafts. After that, she went to the wardrobe to pick out something suitable to wear out. Since she was going to discuss a collaboration with NAS Group, she had to dress the part. Blake returned to the bedroom for a shower after finishing his swim. He heard some rustling from the wardrobe. He walked over to it and silently pushed the door open. Yasmin was inside, changing into something. She’d removed her dress, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her slender body was in full view. Her body was covered in slightly faded marks. He’d left them there the night before. What was she doing back? Blake lowered his eyes as he pondered this. Had she changed her mind about the divorce? His glumness seemed to lift at this thought. He put on a grim expression as he walked toward the wardrobe. “What are you doing back here?” Yasmin was in the middle of putting a dress on. She jumped in surprise at his voice. In her shock, she couldn’t get the dress to go on properly. Her head was stuck in the dress, and she started letting out mu ffled shouts.

Blake frowned. He walked over to her and held her in his arms before pulling the dress down over her head. “Your stup idity’s gonna get you killed one day.” Yasmin was rendered speechless. Now that the dress was on and she could see again, she realized she was in his embrace. 0 She looked up at his emotionless face, still surprised. “Why are you at home?” Today’s Bonus OfferText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.