Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Deal With Mr.Remington: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Jasmine Daniel finally allowed me to step out of the house whenever I wanted, but only to the restaurant near our street. At first, I thought he was trying to trick me, but then I realized he meant it. He didn’t want me to go anywhere far, but he didn’t stop me from going there. That small place became my only door to freedom. I began to see the restaurant not just as a place to eat, but as a window to the outside world. It was where I could breathe, where I could see other faces, where I could feel like I was not locked inside Daniel’s cage. Every time I walked in, the waiters and waitresses smiled at me like I was already part of their family. They were young and cheerful, always eager to talk, always curious about my little boy. My baby was like a shining star in that place. Everyone wanted to hold him, kiss his cheeks, and play with his small fingers. I sometimes sat there and watched as they took turns carrying him. The sight gave me peace, because for a while, I could pre

Blake’s POV My mouth dropped open. I rubbed my eyes with my hand, hard, again and again. For a moment I thought maybe I had lost my mind, maybe hunger was playing games with me. But no… when my eyes cleared, she was still there. Jasmine. Sitting just a few tables away and a book open in her hand, and in her arms… a child. I froze. My heart hammered inside my chest like it wanted to break free. My lips trembled. I wanted to stand, I wanted to call her name, but my voice caught in my throat. Her eyes lifted from the book and landed on me. For a second, time stopped. Her gaze held mine. My chest burned, my skin prickled, and I felt like the ground under me had vanished. She quickly broke the contact, dropped her eyes back to the book, and shifted the child in her arms as if I was no one, as if she had never seen me before. I couldn’t breathe. “Sir,” a sharp voice dragged me back. The waitress stood at my table, notepad in her hand. “Are you ready to order or not?” I blinked

Jasmine’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands pressed against my stomach as I thought about what happened yesterday. That man… Blake. His eyes, his voice, the way he looked at me—it haunted me. I tried to push the thought away, but it stayed. It clung to me like it had a place inside me. Daniel was in the kitchen, making breakfast. I could hear the sound of plates and spoons. He was humming softly. I should have told him about meeting Blake, but something stopped me. I didn’t know why. Maybe because it felt too strange, too personal. "Why did I feel like I knew that man? Why did his words shake me?" I whispered to myself, "It’s not possible. I don’t know him. I only met him yesterday." Still, in my chest, something heavy pulled at me. It was like my heart wanted to remember something that my mind refused to accept. It was like there was a well that just got filled up after seeing the man that I never knew existed. When Daniel walked in with two plates, he smiled. "You look

Blake’s POV I sat there too stunned to speak. My mouth stayed open but no word came out. My chest felt heavy as I watched Jasmine storm out of the restaurant, her little boy clutched close to her side. Chairs moved, spoons clattered, and every single eye turned to me. The whole place froze and stared. I could not believe what just happened. One moment she was sitting across me, silent but still near me, and the next she was up saying angry words and then, walking away like I was poison. My mind kept replaying the look in her eyes. Like I had hurt her in some way. “Why, Jasmine?” I whispered to myself, my voice breaking. “Why again?” The whisper left my lips, but no one answered. Only the sound of her footsteps fading outside and the voices of strangers whispering inside the restaurant. I sat back slowly, gripping the edge of the table. I thought everything had gotten better yesterday. We talked. We cleared the air. I thought she had finally softened toward me. I thought the wall

Blake’s POVThe sound of metal crunching still rang in my ears as I pushed the car door open. My chest rose and fell fast, anger boiling inside me. I could hear someone yelling already, the words sharp and loud.Daniel stormed out of the car, his face red and twisted. “Who the hell is driving like a mad man?!” he shouted, waving his hands. “Do you even know where you are?!”I haven't spoken yet. I stepped out of the car slowly, my eyes locked on him. He didn’t know it was me. He kept barking, spitting words like fire.“You’ve damaged my car!” he cried. “Are you blind? Can’t you drive properly? Do you even—”Then his eyes landed on me.He froze. His voice cracked in his throat. His mouth opened but no words came. The shock painted his whole face. He swallowed hard, like his tongue suddenly got too heavy.“It’s you…” he whispered. His voice was small now, like the shout had been stolen away.I kept my eyes on him, burning with anger. My fists tightened by my side. My teeth ground togeth