Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Yasmin calmly looked at Giselle, who was hiding among the crowd.Seeing Giselle's pale expression, Yasmin immediately knew that this incident had something to do with her.The fact was, there was no way Giselle would ever wear something Yasmin designed. So, everything had been a setup, even from when Giselle first ordered the dress.However, Giselle was smart enough to make others do the dirty work for her while she hid behind the scenes. That way, if things went wrong, she'd be able to escape unscathed.This was why she could walk away like nothing happened this time, but the same couldn't be said for Roxy. Roxy's face kept paling as she sensed the astonished gazes being cast on her. She felt completely humiliated!Her embarrassment quickly turned to rage, and her first reaction was to slap Yasmin.However, a pot of cactus suddenly came soaring and hit her in the center of the forehead, causing her to bleed instantly. "Aargh!" Roxy shrieked. She spun around in a daze and saw

Yasmin replied, "I said I didn't. I didn't have an invitation letter when I arrived. "I just happened to bump into Ivan, and he brought me in with him."Blake stayed silent, but his motions were gentler as he applied the ointment to her blisters. But this was something that he himself didn't even realize. "A man like him doesn't suit you," Blake finally said."I think he's quite nice." Yasmin didn't like hearing Blake talk badly about Ivan, so she stood up for him and said, "Take tonight for example—he stood up for me and questioned Roxy without ever doubting me.""That's because he wants to sleep with you!" Blake's actions became harsh again.Instantly, Yasmin's brows furrowed as she hissed in pain.Blake then examined her injuries, his expression only returning to normal when he saw that they didn't seem serious. Then, he calmly said, "Nobody treats someone so well for no reason.""I think you just don't like him," Yasmin replied."Isn't that normal?" Blake snorted. "H

Yasmin was terrified as tears welled up in her eyes. She retreated in faint footsteps as Blake approached her, her racing heartbeat pounding in the silent midnight.She was too scared to meet Blake's eyes, so she quickly retreated to the dressing room. However, Blake yanked her over to the sofa beside him instead.Fortunately, the sofa was soft, and Yasmin wasn't hurt from the fall. But she was still a tad bit annoyed. She sat up and scolded, "Blake, what are you doing?"However, she was met with Blake's darkened expression. "I stood up for you, yet you sided with him," Blake said.Yasmin was afraid of Blake's gaze and had a hunch that he would get violent. So, she scrambled over the sofa to run away.But in the end, Blake caught her and pulled her back to his side, directing a dangerous stare at Yasmin. Tears filled Yasmin's eyes as she shouted, "You're a madman!""Madman?" Blake grabbed her chin. Then, he fixed his gloomy eyes on Yasmin and said, "I stepped in to deal

Blake countered, "You can still be my maid even though we're divorce though."Yasmin was flabbergasted. "Blake, are you out of your mind? Why are you forcing your ex-wife to be your maid? What will your new wife think when she finds out?""What she thinks has nothing to do with you. Focus on your work and pay off your debt." With that, Blake got up and left. Yasmin felt an overwhelming urge to beat him up to death. She couldn't help but slump on the sofa and sigh in frustration.How did she meet such a trash man?She didn't get any financial support from the divorce, and worse still, the jerk even demanded compensation for the bag. …In the middle of the night, Blake pushed open the door and entered the room to find Yasmin sleeping soundly on the bed. Her leg was exposed outside the blanket, and she was even unaware that her skirt slid up to her waist."You still kick away your blanket." Blake shook his head and switched on the dim wall light. Then, he opened a tube of

"Fine." Yasmin put down the cutlery and proceeded to tie Blake a perfect Windsor knot that exuded a noble air."It's done," she said with a smile and admired her handiwork.Then, as he sat down to have breakfast, Blake looked at Yasmin and ordered, "Be home by 8:00 pm sharp from now on."Yasmin was dumbfounded. She looked at him and asked, "Why?""What do you mean 'why'?" Blake frowned. "You're the maid here. Are you trying to skip work?"Frustrated, Yasmin knew she had to negotiate her way out of this. She said, "Yes, I need to fulfill my work. But you yourself know about my job—I'm a designer, and I often need to work overtime.""Just bring your work home and work overtime here then," Blake retorted. Couldn't she just draw her drafts anywhere? Yasmin was at a loss of words. She tried to come up with an excuse to reject Blake's demand. But then, she remembered that she owed him 400 hundred thousand dollars, and suddenly, her confidence to argue back was gone. In the