Wilson leaned in closer to her. His warm breath enveloped her ear lobes as he spoke, âWhere did your boldness from earlier go?â
Yvetteâs ears burned, blushing with annoyance as she bit down on his arm âHeh.â Wilsonâs low, dark chuckle rose unhurriedly. He gently pinched her chin, and his slender fingers lightly caressed her red lips. Naturally, an ambiguous atmosphere arose.
âYouâre such a dog, arenât you?â His tone was filled with doting affection.
Seeing Yvetteâs reddened earlobes, Wilson no longer had the heart to tease her. Plus, he couldnât guarantee he could control himself if he kept teasing.
His Adamâs apple bobbed again as he forcefully suppressed the surging heat in his heart, lowering his voice to coax her, âMy bed is wide. Sleep tight.â
He understood Marthaâs way of doing thingsâshe would get what she wanted to get done, no matter what. The maids in the villa wouldnât easily hand over the keys to anyone.
Yvette pressed her lips together and agreed obediently. She was the type who not only disliked others touching her things but also disliked touching othersâ things. But Wilson was an exception.
Seeing Yvetteâs docile manner, Wilsonâs eyes grew even more tender. He thoughtfully tucked the blanket around her.
After walking out of the room, the tenderness in Wilsonâs eyes quickly vanished, reverting to his usual cold aloofness.
Seeing his expression, the maids suddenly felt a chill down their backs. They lowered their heads one by one, trembling as they spoke up. âMr. Quinn, this⦠this is Mrs. Quinn Seniorâs order. She had just called to say that she would fire us if we didnât do things according to her wishes,â one of them stuttered.
âYes. Mrs. Quinn Senior also instructed that we canât let you take the keys for the other rooms. Mr.
Quinn, please donât make things difficult for usâ¦!!
Wilson gritted his teeth. A deep look of helplessness flashed across his devastatingly handsome face.
Martha must be wishing for a greatâgrandson, but now wasnât the time.
The next day, as soon as Yvette walked through the campus gates, she saw Yasmin getting out of the Murray family car. Behind her were several students from the Music Department, surrounding her with envious expressions.
âYasmin, weâre so jealous of you! You get to attend yesterdayâs piano conference. I heard that President Thompson was present, and so was Mischa Rachmaninolt!â
âYeah! Mischa Rachmaninoffâs whereabouts are always a mystery, and sheâs been in seclusion for so long. It must be an honor to be see her!
able to Although Jubilife Universityâs Music Department hosted the piano conference, only outstanding talents from the department were qualified to attend. Regular students werenât eligible to attend.
Moreover, Yara and Irwin had already suppressed the news about Yasminâs plagiarism issue.
Therefore, no one was aware of her shameful act aside from those present at the plane conference, Hearing the compliments for Yvette, Yasmin felt an unbearable sense of irritation. Her expression darkened But the crowd was completely oblivious to Yasminâs displeasure. They continued, âYasmin, did you see Mischa Rachmaninoff at the piano conference yesterday?â