Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Yasmin could feel her eyelids twitching. G Yasmin could feel her eyelids twitching. Giselle’s words gave her a bit chy vibe. She looked elegant and classy on the surface, but her words were carefully picked to sow discord. She wasn’t as simple as she seemed. Sure enough, Blake’s expression darkened at Giselle’s words. He looked at Yasmin coldly as if wanting to shoot her with his gaze. Yasmin didn’t dare to meet his eyes. “Why are you guys still standing around here? The show’s about to start. Let’s all take our seats.” Ivan was back. Yasmin sighed in relief. She moved to stand behind Ivan, using him to block Blake’s gaze. “Blake, Yasmin came here with Mr. Burke.” Giselle just had to mention it. Blake frowned. Why was Yasmin getting involved with NAS Group? With her abilities, there was no way she could meet NAS Group’s standards. She didn’t even have a proper résumé. Giselle seemed to be able to read his mind. She said in a small voice, “Yasmin’s fresh out of college, so she’s probably not qualified to work with NAS Group. Ivan must like her to give her special consideration. I think I saw a little something in the way he looked at her earlier.” Blake’s expression was downright murderous now. He watched Yasmin. The latter had just sat down when she met Blake’s gaze. It was icy. Yasmin still didn’t dare to meet his gaze. She pretended not to see it and lowered her gaze. “Do you know him?” Ivan, who sat beside her, asked. After a moment of silence, she shook her head. “No.” “He’s the president of Windmere Group, Blake Ford. Rumor has it that he doesn’t have the best temper. offend him.” You should steer clear of him so you don “Alright,” Yasmin said. Blake had already gone to his seat, which was right in the middle of the room. The presidents of other companies tried to curry favor with him as they handed him their business cards in hopes thatText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

they could somehow build a relationship with him. Blake sat there, looking cool and distant. The other presidents were disappointed by this and returned to their seat to watch the fashion show. But even if he didn’t speak, there was no overlooking his presence. 1/2 AUTHE +15 BONUS Yasinin could vaguely sense his gaze on her, which distracted her from everything else until the melodic strands of a plano song rang out. Giselle sat before a piano as tendrils of smoke surrounded her. She looked like a goddess who’d descended from the heavens in her white gown. Everyone around them was complimenting her. “Wow, she’s gorgeous.” “Everyone seems to be complimenting Giselle,” Ivan suddenly said as he turned to glance at Yasmin. “Yeah.” She nodded. She didn’t dare to say anything against Giselle since everyone seemed to adore her. Instead, she joined them and said a few nice things. “Can you sense Mr. Ford looking in this direction now and then?” Yasmin nodded. It was hard not to sense it when Blake’s gaze was so sharp. “Yeah, I think so. “I should probably acknowledge it.” Ivan gave Blake a friendly smile. Blake nodded co olly in return. Yasmin focused on the fashion show as she told herself not to let Blake get to her. She also reminded herself not to look in his direction. Ivan smiled and said, “Either Mr. Ford hates me, or he likes you.” Yasmin’s eyelids twitched. Blake liked her? How was that possible? He’d personally admitted that he would never fall for her. Besides, he’d gotten Giselle pregnant. How would that explain him “liking” her? She smiled bitterly at the thought of Giselle’s baby. “That can’t be. He’s probably just in a bad mood. Or worse, he has a resting bi tch face. Whatever it is, he can’t possibly like me.”

“Are you sure about that?” Ivan looked at her. His gaze was inexplicably amused. Yasmin nodded. “Yeah.” Ivan couldn’t help laughing. “You’re different from all the other women I know. Every one of them would die to have the president of a company interested in them, yet you’re the opposite.” “I know my place.” She’d wasted more than 700 days and nights trying to win Blake’s heart. Now that she’d failed, she knew better than to continue holding out hope.