Chapter 68

Eunice went downstairs after counting the fabrics. The staff were enjoying the cake, saying it was a

gift from Ivan and praising his handsome looks.

Eunice asked, “Mr. Burke?”

She ran upstairs and asked Yasmin, “Mr. Burke from NAS Group?”

Yasmin acknowledged with a hum.

Eunice asked, “Did he come to see you? And he brought a cake?”

Yasmin sipped the coffee and said casually, “No, he came to order a custom attire and brought

along a box of cake for me.”

Eunice asked, “Why?”

Yasmin smiled. “No particular reason. Maybe he’s just a nice person.”

Eunice sat down and took a bite of the cake. Then, she asked again, “What about the two

scumbags? Did they leave?”

Yasmin said, “Mm–hmm. I closed a 680,000–dollar deal with Giselle O’Shea.”

Eunice snorted, “I didn’t expect mistresses these days to be so shameless, parading around in front

of the legal wife.”

Yasmin held two receipts between her fingertips. “I don’t care about them as long as I’m making

money. I closed two deals today and earned over 300,000 dollars.”

Eunice’s eyes lit up. “That’s impressive, Yaz.”

After getting off at night, Yasmin took a cab home. Her Porsche was still under repair, leaving her

with no car. It was already past 9:00 pm when she reached Oak Garden.

Mary and the others had gotten off. Yasmin entered the kitchen and only found a pot of rice and

mutton soup. She was starving tonight.

However, she was not in the mood to cook. Therefore, she separated the mutton and broccoli from

the soup and mashed them into the rice. Then, she added salt, shredded seaweed, vinegar, and

egg yolk sauce.

After mixing them, she shaped the mixture into rice balls. She made a fragrant and delicious

meal in just a few minutes.

After making the rice balls, she also filled a bowl with the mutton soup. She took a sip, and the soup

was so flavorful that she narrowed her eyes in delight. “So delicious!”

Then, she took a big bite of the rice ball, savoring the fresh meat and the crunchy seaweed. It was

scrumptious!

“Is it that delicious?” Blake appeared out of nowhere and stood at the doorway. He was still wearing

today’s dark–patterned black shirt, looking handsome and cold. Yasmin had bought

the shirt.

She glanced at him and continued to enjoy the riceballs. “When did you get back?”

“Just now.” Blake walked in.

Gradually, she seemed to lose her anger toward him, becoming more polite and reserved.

Blake frowned. Watching her eating contentedly, he asked, “Is there more?”

Yasmin glanced at her plate, which still had around ten rice balls. She shook her head. “Nope.

Blake paused and furrowed his brows. “You still have a plate full, don’t

you?”

She chewed one rice ball slowly. “I remember you don’t eat vegetables. The ones I made all have

vegetables. You won’t like it.” Now, it was impossible for her to revert to the old behavior of hurriedly

preparing a meal whenever he wanted to eat.

In the past, she would get up and cook for him whenever Blake mentioned a craving, even if

it was 4:00 am.

She learned various cuisines from Mary for him. But at the end of the day, she was just at scheming

woman in his eyes. Since he always had preconceptions about her, she decided to be indifferent to

him.

Blake asked, “Don’t you have any without vegetables?”

Yasmin shook her head. “No.”

Blake knitted his brows in frustration. He realized she had become indifferent to him and was not

bothered about interacting with him.

Feeling a bit upset, he glared at her. However, she did not notice his gaze and was engrossed.

in her meal.

As he continued watching, his irritation grew. He decided to sit down. Then, he pulled her

plate toward him, picked up a rice ball, and ate it before her.