"I agree with that, but I'm warning you—don't talk crap in front of me," Isabel said while blocking the even more problematic Jared.When Yvonne heard what Jared said about Samuel, her first reaction was anger. Who was he to talk about Samuel like that?She stopped in front of the door. As she typed
"Isabel, did you get divorced because Mr. Ex couldn't perform?" Yvonne asked.That question made a montage of very adult-rated memories play through Isabel's mind. With both Samuel and Yvonne staring at her curiously, she actually turned red and completely lost her cool. "I didn't say that! Charlie
Slept with her?Those words hit Yvonne like a thunderclap."What? No!"Yvonne glanced down at the pajamas she was wearing. They were modest and buttoned all the way up. There should be nothing suggestive about them.Otherwise, having spent the entire morning here with Samuel, she would have had a ha
"Yeah. The rest are mine," Yvonne said. With a mischievous smile and a quick wink, she cradled the bouquet in her arms as she jogged back toward the house.Samuel stood there, holding the single rose she had given him. He neither turned around nor followed her.His heart was pounding so hard that it
"Good morning." Yvonne smiled warmly under the soft morning light. "These roses are beautiful. Do you usually cut them and bring them inside?""We do, Ms. Jamison. Do you like flowers? Would you like to pick some yourself?" The gardener handed her a pair of pruning shears.Yvonne couldn't bring hers
Yvonne's eyes widened in shock at that question. She quickly replied, "The guest room, of course! Definitely the guest room!"There was no way she would sleep in Samuel's bedroom."Understood." The maid who asked gave a polite smile. But internally, they took note that Yvonne and Samuel weren't quit