Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 57

Yasmin felt a little awkward. “Thanks for sending me home.”

“It’s what I should do. By the way, I’ve asked someone to send your car for repair. When it’s done, I’ll let you know.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Thanks so much.”

“It’s nothing.” Ivan smiled.

He was so detail–oriented.

Yasmin could only say one thing. “Thank you!”

Ivan parked his car outside the Oak Garden. He peered at the minimalist villa with dark eyes. “You live here?”

“Yes. Thanks for sending me home.” Yasmin didn’t say anything further. She took the cake and got down.

“Yasmin!” Ivan suddenly called out.

Yasmin turned around, still holding the cake. The moonlight made her soft features dazzle. ” What is it?”

“I think you’re really great.” Ivan smiled softly. “Both you and your work are great. What do you think about working together with the NAS Group? We could start something revolutionary.”

Something revolutionary?

Yasmin’s heart throbbed.

She would be lying if she said it didn’t.

After working hard for so many years, she craved success. However, she still had the rational part of her brain. She needed to understand Ivan better first. She would collaborate with him if he truly was a man of integrity.

She beamed and said, “With my hand in this state, I might need some time to think about it.

“No worries. I’ll wait for your response.”

“Let’s talk about it when we meet again the day after tomorrow.” Once her arm was better,

she could revisit the topic of a collaboration.

“Sure,” Ivan said before driving off.

Yasmin stood on the front lawn and watched him leave. She didn’t notice Blake standing on the balcony on the second floor, watching them.

The wind blew. Blake’s handsome face was hidden in the shadows, wearing a threatening expression.

Yasmin walked into the villa with the cake.

Blake came downstairs. Their eyes met. He was giving off a vibe that felt as oppressive as a mountain on her shoulders.

She quietly took a breath and made up her mind to face him honestly. Smiling, she asked, ” Mr. Ford, you’re home.”

Back then, he used to only come home every two weeks. But these days, he was here all the

time.

Perhaps it was because his true love was now back in the country, so he didn’t have to go abroad as often anymore.

“Where did you go?” Blake asked in an unreadable tone.

Yasmin raised her head and chuckled. “I was on a blind date.”

Blake thought that he had heard her wrong. Frowning, he asked, “Blind date?”

“Yes!” she admitted openly. She changed into her home slippers and walked to the kitchen. I’m starving. Is there anything to eat at home?”

“Why did you go on a blind date?” Blake trailed after her.

Yasmin put the strawberry cake in the fridge. She didn’t feel like eating something cold so late at night.

She walked over to the pot on the stove and found some warm soup inside. It must have been Mary who left it for her. Every time she got home at night, Mary would always leave some soup for her.

Yasmin loved soup. She served herself some in a bowl. Then, she sat down at the table and drank it slowly.

Blake didn’t say much. He sat down across from her and waited for her to finish.

Once her tuminy was filled with the warm soup, she smacked her lips in satisfaction. Beaming, she said, “That was delicious.”

Blake pursed his lips. “You still haven’t given me an answer.‘

“I wanted to go on a blind date,” Yasmind said. She might as well tell the truth since Giselle had already told him about it. She didn’t have to hide it.

“What do you mean, you wanted to go on a blind date? Did I agree to that?”

“Well, did I agree to the thing between you and Giselle?” Yasmin smiled. “I didn’t, but you still did it anyway. In that case, we should do our own thing.”

She was showing him her playful side to make her hate him. Then, they’d get divorced

sooner.