Semua Bab A Deal With Mr.Remington: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Jasmine’s POVI had seen them watching the fishes with us. Their hands touched every now and then. Their eyes met like they could see no one else in the world. It felt warm just looking at them. I thought, They must be happy. They must be perfect. So when she told me she would be divorcing her husband, I felt she was mad or something wasn't sitting right. How could happy couples like that divorce themselves?Then the woman turned to me. She leaned closer. Her smile was still there, but her eyes changed.“I don’t think you understand something,” she said as if reading my expression.I blinked. “What?”She glanced at the man beside her, then back at me. “He can barely afford to make me happy.”I froze. “What do you mean?”Her voice dropped low so he couldn’t hear. “I was going to leave him. I was going to pack my things. I didn’t want to stay anymore.”I shook my head. “No… you look happy together.”She gave a small laugh, but it wasn’t a happy laugh. “We look happy because you walked i

Blake’s POVShe looked over her shoulder at me. “You promised we’d go to the Eiffel Tower today. I’m not taking any chances. If you oversleep, I’ll drag you out.”I smiled and sat up. “You’re serious about this.”She put down her brush and stood. “Of course. You’ve been in Paris for how many days now? And you still haven’t taken me there.”“Alright, alright,” I said, raising my hands. “I’ll get ready.”We spent the next thirty minutes preparing. I changed into jeans and a dark shirt while she wore a long, light gown that flowed every time she moved. By the time we left the hotel, the sun was already climbing higher in the sky.We didn’t go straight to the tower. Jasmine insisted we stop at almost every corner.“Look at that café,” she said, pointing to one with outdoor tables and bright red umbrellas. “Let’s take a picture.”I pulled out my phone and took several shots. She made me take more when she didn’t like the angle.“Come on,” I said, “if we stop every two minutes, we’ll get th

Jasmine POV I sat at the table by the window and kept looking at the door. I'd almost drowned the glass of water I had requested from the waiter before Blake excused himself to use the restroom promising to be back in a jiffy.It shouldn't have taken him more than five minutes to ten minutes at least to walk down to the rest room, make use of it, arrange himself, wash up his hands before stepping and walking right back at me. But as I checked my clock, it was past ten minutes he left. Don't ask me how I knew but I'd been counting. I decided to wait a little bit longer but now it's fifteen minutes.And I was still sitting alone. My fingers tapped the side of the glass.I picked up my phone. My thumb hovered over Blake’s name. I was going to call him and ask where he was.But something outside the glass caught my eye.A mime stood in the middle of the street. His face was painted white. His lips were black. He wore a striped shirt and a hat. He moved his hands like he was trapped in a

Blake POV I kept my eyes on Daniel. My body was ready to move, ready to step forward if he even tried to touch her again. I'd been looking for a way to teach the asshole a lesson since the stupid thing he did at his gala partyBut then I felt her hand on my face. It was warm and soft and not what I needed at this moment but no matter what I tried to shrug it off, it pulled me out of that moment of pure anger. Without thinking I turned to look at her. She didn’t say much, but she didn’t need to. Her eyes said enough.I took a slow breath. My chest didn’t feel as tight anymore.She anchored me anytime I was going to lose my shit. She always did.I lowered my shoulders a little but didn’t take my eyes off Daniel.Daniel moved his head slightly, looking between the two of us. His tone came slow, like he wanted to make sure every word hit.“I was only talking to Jasmine,” he said. “She can make her own decisions. She doesn’t need you speaking for her.”My hands curled into fists again.H

Blake POV I sat there for a moment, staring at the space where Jasmine had walked off. She had been laughing just minutes ago, teasing me about the food, and now… gone. No warning. No explanation. Just a quick “I’ll be back” and she left.I leaned back in my chair and let out a slow breath.What was that about?Did I say something wrong?Was the food bad?Or maybe… maybe she saw someone she knew?Or something on her phone?My mind went through the last ten minutes of our conversation, trying to remember if I’d said anything that could have made her upset. I couldn’t think of anything. She seemed fine and even smiled and laughed at me.I stabbed a piece of steak with my fork but didn’t bring it to my mouth. My appetite had faded a little.I sighed again.Before I could think more about it, my phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down.Dad.Great. This couldn’t be good. He didn’t usually call me at night unless something was wrong.I picked it up. “Hey, Dad.”His voice came sharp thro