Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 102

Yasmin was filled with deep hatred when she remembered this. She wanted to hit him again, but Blake held her back, saying, "Enough. Don't dirty your hands."

He tossed the bloodied Caleb at Malcolm's feet. "I'll leave him to you."

"Yes, sir," Malcolm replied.

Yasmin felt herself being carried up. Stunned for a second, she felt like jelly in his arms. Upon looking back, she saw Malcolm and two bodyguards give Caleb a sound beating.

Giselle stood under the shaft of light, her gaze cold.

Something suddenly made sense to Yasmin; the waiter who delivered the wine had said that the wine was a gift from a lady.

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"Don't look at that bloody scene. I don't want you getting nightmares." Blake turned her head forward, not allowing her to look back.

Yasmin lifted her gaze to look at him in astonishment. It was almost as if it was her first time meeting him.

She never expected him to have such a wild and arrogant side.

No wonder her father said that only Blake could protect her. With such eccentric behavior, no one in Stanton City would dare to cross him.

"Blake," Giselle called. Upon seeing Blake carrying Yasmin away, Giselle ran to catch up with them.

With Yasmin looking so pitiful, Giselle did not want to allow the both of them to be together.

From the corridor, Blake turned and glanced at her. He then ordered Giselle's manager to send her back home.

"Yes, sir." Giselle's manager dared not disobey.

Blake carried Yasmin out of Maple Tower and into his car.

Just as the car was about to move, Ivan's Bentley passed by.

Ivan did not look in their direction, so he didn't notice Yasmin next to Blake.

Blake pretended not to see him. Feeling that Yasmin's temperature was unusual, he turned and asked her, "Were you drugged?"

Yasmin nodded with a grunt. She leaned against the window.

Her face was so red it seemed as if she had applied a whole tube of blusher.

"How do you feel now? Hot? Weak all over?" Blake asked to assess her situation.

Yasmin observed the feeling in her body and said, "Soft."

She only felt as soft as jelly.

"Maybe the drug hasn't taken effect yet. I'll call Joel and ask him to bring some medicine over."

Blake did as such and told Joel to come to Oak Garden.

Yasmin was so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak. All she could do was lean against the car window and bear with the discomfort.

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Giselle had been sulkily escorted into the car by her manager, Annie Martin.

"We were so close, and somehow she ran into Blake. Caleb, this good-for-nothing fool!" Giselle snarled, punching the bag in her hand.

Annie, who was at the wheel, glanced at her and stated, "They are already divorced. Why do you still want to provoke her?"

"You should have seen Blake's expression just now. He was so focused on her the minute she appeared. I can't rest assured until someone has defiled her," Giselle said coldly.

"You'd better think of how to deal with Caleb. Mr. Ford isn't stupid. When he realizes something, he will definitely realize that you had something to do with it," Annie replied.

Giselle gritted her teeth and started to break out in cold sweat. "I didn't do anything. All I did was tell Caleb that Yasmin and Blake were divorced."

Annie breathed a sigh of relief. "Please don't go provoking her again. We want Mr. Ford for the fame and the benefits.

"Mr. Ford's sole purpose for providing so much money to the O'Shea family is to ensure his child is delivered safely. Don't you understand? He only wants the child in your womb."

Giselle said through clenched teeth, "I've loved him for so many years. I'm not willing to give up without a fight."

Moreover, her mother kept asking her not to let go of a fine man like Blake.

She had longed for and waited so many years for this opportunity that she would not easily give up.