Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 123

Meanwhile, Erik was struggling to accept the truth.

All this while, he had thought that Giselle was a smart and reasonable woman.

He never expected her to do something like this just to destroy Yasmin.

If her plan had succeeded tonight, Yasmin's reputation in high society would have been ruined. And as a result, his connection to Yasmin would be bound together forever as well.

"I didn't!" Giselle looked anguished as tears filled her eyes. "I didn't do anything. I don't know why something like this had to happen and ruin my birthday banquet.

"I didn't even get the chance to play the piano or dance with Blake, yet he's already left with Yasmin."

Giselle was hoping that her words would hint at Yasmin having seduced Blake.

However, Erik quickly noticed something else—Blake's relationship with Yasmin wasn't what Giselle had told him it was like.

Yasmin didn't seduce Blake.

On the contrary, Blake seemed to care for her more than she did him.

Erik suddenly felt like a fool, and he stepped away from Giselle in dismay.

He had believed everything she said because he liked her. But he'd never expected her to use him to drive a wedge between Blake and Yasmin.

"Erik!" Giselle quickly stepped forward with tears running down her face.

But then, she suddenly crouched down, saying, "Ouch, my stomach hurts!

"Please don't leave me, Erik," she sobbed.

Erik paused and turned around. But there was no longer any pity in his eyes.

The only thing he had left was concern for Giselle's unborn baby.

"Giselle, is Blake really your baby's father?"

Giselle suddenly froze, not answering the question.

…

Yasmin was silent as the car drove into Newphoria Bay.

After the car stopped, Blake got out.

Then, upon realizing that Yasmin was still inside, his brows furrowed as he asked, "Aren't you going to get out?" This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"No. I think I'll go back to the studio." Yasmin didn't want to go into the house. So, she told Malcolm, "Malcolm, send me to Erinnyes."

There was no way Malcolm would follow Yasmin's instructions unless Blake allowed him to do so.

Hence, Malcolm quickly turned to look at Blake for an answer.

Blake's expression was cold.

Then, with a raise of his hand, he swiftly pulled Yasmin out of the car.

Startled, Yasmin felt herself being lifted into Blake's embrace. And instantly, the scent of pine enveloped her.

Yasmin stared at Blake as he held her, dumbstruck.

However, Blake didn't pay her much attention as he carried her into the house.

Then, upon reaching the second floor, he brought Yasmin into the master bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.

"Why did you bring me here?" Yasmin sat up and quickly covered herself with the blanket, on guard.

"To apply ointment."

Yasmin was bewildered. "But I'm not injured."

"Didn't you hurt your feet?" Blake glanced at her.

"How did you know?" Yasmin asked, taken aback.

"You were walking quite weirdly tonight. What's more, it's unusual for a heels lover to suddenly wear flats."

Blake then turned around to grab the medical kit.

Yasmin was surprised to know that Blake had noticed this.

After a while, Blake returned and sat on the edge of the bed.

Then, he began removing Yasmin's shoes.

Yasmin was startled to feel Blake's fingers on her foot and quickly fended him off, saying, "I can do it myself."

"No, I'll do it." Blake ignored her protests and removed her shoe to reveal her blisters.

He frowned. "What were you thinking? How could you attend the banquet with him when your feet were like this?"

"You've got it all wrong. I didn't go to the banquet because of him. I went because of Roxy."

"I thought Roxy only tried to frame you after you arrived."

"No," Yasmin replied gloomily. "I wouldn't have gone if it weren't for the gown."

When Blake heard this, he lifted his head to look at Yasmin and asked, "So, you didn't attend the banquet because of Ivan?"