Wilson didnât expect Jacob to find Yvette so quickly.
âBaby, wait for me in the car. Iâll be right back, Wilson said reassuringly as he stepped out.
As soon Jacob saw Wilson, his anger flared even more. His hands clenched into fists, and he felt an overwhelming urge to punch Wilson.
âHow dare you fool me? All those tricks you taught me were just nonsense. Playing hard to get? It was all a load of crap!â
Jacob had clearly lost his usual composure. It was Wilsonâs fault he had gotten blacklisted by Nancy, after all.
Listening to the exchange outside, Yvette rubbed her temples in frustration. No wonder Jacob hadnât reached out to Nancy these past few days. It turned out Wilson had been leading him astray.
âJacob,â Yvette said as she got out of the vehicle.
Upon seeing her, the anger on Jacobâs face subsided slightly, and his tone softened. âAre you going to defend him?â
Yvette glanced between the furious Jacob and the innocentâlooking Wilson. With a resigned sigh, she decided to take a laidâback approach. âGo ahead, fight it out. I donât care.â
ââYvie?â
Jacob and Wilson turned their gazes toward her. Jacobâs expression was a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Wasnât his precious little sister always protective of that old lecher, Wilson? Why was she not defending him today?
Wilsonâs eyes were filled with sorrow and grievance. Paired with his extraordinarily handsome face, it was hard not to feel sympathy for him.
âBaby, you donât care about me anymore.â
Yvette glared at Wilson and replied, âYou brought this on yourself. Who told you to teach Jacob such nonsense?â
âBabyâ¦â Wilson softly called her name but fell silent after, his gaze fixed on her with an even deeper sense of grievance. His pitiful expression was hard to resist.
Watching the scene unfold, Jacob couldnât help but scoff. He gritted his teeth in frustration.
Look at Wilson putting on an innocent act in front of Yvette! Having not seen Wilson for a while, it seemed his acting skills had improved. He was becoming quite the master at playing 212 the victim.
Jacob had calmed down by now. He knew that if he hit Wilson, it would only make Yvette feel sorry for him. He couldnât give Wilson that opportunity. Besides, beating Wilson up wouldnât appease Jacob. He needed to think of another way to take revenge.
With that in mind, Jacobâs anger dissipated entirely. He looked at Wilson disdainfully, and sneered, âWeâll see about that.â
Jacob then turned to Yvette, his tone instantly softening. âYvie, come on. Letâs go home.â
Yvette looked at Wilson, who was still holding her hand tightly, and sighed in resignation.
âJacob, Nancy went to Royal Pavilion and probably drank quite a bit. You should go pick her up.
11 Upon hearing this, Jacobâs expression wavered with hesitation.
She repeated herself, this time more firmly. âJacob, you should pick Nancy up. I can head back by myself later.â
âOkay.â Concerned about how Nancy behaved when she was drunk, Jacob finally relented.