Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 2

Yasmin felt a little bitter. She grabbed some dark clothes from the wardrobe and returned to the room. There, she heard Blake talking to someone on the phone.

“Don’t be scared. Have Alicia keep an eye on you. I’ll be right there.” His voice was a brand of tenderness that Yasmin had never heard before.

She stopped short. Suddenly, the sweetness she’d felt earlier dissipated. She asked tentatively, “Who was that, Mr. B?”

He glanced at her, his tall stature domineering. He said coldly, “No one.”

“Was it a woman?”

“It’s none of your business.” He grabbed the clothes from her and put them on. Usually, he would have her put them on for him.

Would every man start to be repelled by their wives once they fell in love with someone else?

Yasmin’s stomach started convulsing. It looked like she had a stomach problem. She felt horrible.

Blake got dressed and turned to leave. Yasmin was on high alert—a woman’s sixth sense was powerful. She ran to the door and said, “I’m feeling a little sick, Mr. B. Could you stay the night?”

Blake turned to look at her. He was unbelievably handsome, but there was something about him that just made him seem heartless. “Have Mary call the family doctor if you’re not feeling well. Also, I won’t be back for some time.”

With that, he headed downstairs. His figure went further and further away under the warm lights. Yasmin suddenly felt dazed. Why did it feel like she’d never truly held a spot in his heart?

A wave of nausea washed over her. She ran to the bathroom and vomited her dinner. This was followed by a sharp pain in her stomach.

She was as pale as a sheet as she struggled to crawl to the bed. She’d just laid down when another bolt of pain shot through her.

Yasmin ran to the bathroom again. This time, there was only bile. She wasn’t pregnant—she had food poisoning!

She grabbed her phone weakly to call Mary Gould, their housekeeper. “My stomach hurts, Mary. Take me to the hospital.”

Mary ran upstairs. When she saw Yasmin sprawled on the carpet, drenched in sweat, she hurriedly called the driver. They took Yasmin to the hospital.

When they arrived, Mary helped her inside the clinic. The doctor gave her a painkiller before instructing her to do an ultrasound. They needed to determine whether it was acute cholecystitis or gastritis.

Yasmin’s stomach stopped hurting once the painkiller was administered. It lifted her spirits somewhat.

Mary helped her to the ultrasound room. But there, they met someone unexpected—Blake.

“Mrs. Ford, look! It’s Mr. Ford!” Mary looked happy.

Yasmin looked in the direction she pointed. She saw Blake standing not too far away. A wave of delight washed over her. She was about to call out to him when she saw another woman.

The woman came out of the room with a hand supporting her back. She held a report. “The doctor said the baby’s fine, Blake.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

His cold face immediately became tender. “That’s good to know. Remember to watch what you eat in the future. Now that you’re pregnant, you have to be careful about the food you consume.”

“Okay. I’ll watch out from now on.” The woman smiled gently.

Yasmin was rooted to the spot with astonishment. Her gaze went from delight to disbelief. She stared at them. The woman wore a light-colored, demure dress, and she was beautiful. Her long hair was glossy, and her eyes were bright. She exuded a cool yet bewitching air.