Chapter 9

The question took Yasmin aback. She looked at Giselle. “What?”

“You like Blake, right? I heard about it from some other people.” Giselle glanced at Blake, seemingly

observing his reaction.

He ate calmly while Yasmin smiled self–deprecatingly. Yasmin said, “Nope.”

“No?” Giselle didn’t really believe her. Over the past few days, she’d heard many things about their

relationship. She’d heard about how Yasmin had pursued Blake like mad in the past. She would go

everywhere he went.

Blake’s friends had mockingly called her Blake’s little lapdog. It bothered Giselle.

“I was young back then and didn’t know any better. I was just messing around.” Yasmin smiled

faintly.

It was as if she’d been under a spell at the time. She wasn’t satisfied with just being married to

Blake on paper. She would deliberately wander around before calling Blake and telling him she was

lost. She would ask him to take her home.

Sometimes, Blake would come in person. Sometimes, he wouldn’t. But if he didn’t come, he would

send his assistant to pick her up. At the time, Yasmin had been hopeful. At least he was responding

to her.

“Oh, I see.” Giselle smiled at Yasmin’s answer. She turned to Blake. “Yasmin was only joking with

you in the past. You didn’t take her seriously, did you?”

Blake snorted. “I’m not that dumb.”

Yasmin was stunned. Then again, Blake had always thought she’d been lying to him. After Stuart

had gone to jail, her uncle had taken over the company. He would always make her suck up to

Blake, but it turned out to have the opposite effect.

It only made Blake think she’d seduced him for the sake of money. That was why he never believed

anything she said.

Yasmin felt a little dejected. She put her utensils down and said, “I’m done. You guys go

ahead.”

She went upstairs to take her medication. Giselle followed her and watched her gently.

“Did you need something, Ms. O’Shea?” Yasmin kept a hand on the doorknob while looking

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at her.

Giselle asked, “Is this the room for you and Blake?”

Yasmin frowned before regaining her composure and looking at Giselle’s belly. “Is Blake really the

father of your child, Ms. O’Shea?”

A trace of diffidence flashed across Giselle’s face before she nodded. “Yes, he is.”

Yasmin’s eyes

dimmed. Now that the dust had settled, there was no point in her troubling herself over the matter. “I

hope you two will have a happy life together. You make a great pair.”

“You and Blake-”

“There’s nothing between us. We’re probably getting divorced soon,” Yasmin interjected. Even if

Blake refused to go through with it, she would insist. It wasn’t up to Blake to decide.

Giselle’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah. You don’t have to mind me. I’m just an unimportant character in this debacle.” After all, Blake

had already told her he would never fall in love with her. Her heart was a grave now.

Yasmin entered the bedroom and shut the door. She took her medication and then

downloaded a divorce agreement off the Internet. She wanted to print it out.

After getting her identification and the necessary documents, she headed downstairs. Giselle was

already gone, but Blake was still around. He stood before the window as he answered a call. His tall

stature gave him a rather domineering, regal air.

Yasmin pretended not to see him as she headed to the entrance.

“Stop right there!” Blake growled.

Yasmin turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you want?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be having acute gastritis? Why are you still going out?”

“I’m going to work.”

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere.”

“Don’t boss me around,” Yasmin snapped. “From today onward, I’m not going to obey you anymore.

I’m moving out. I won’t live here anymore.”