Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 96

Yasmin and Blake were silent. They were stunning when standing together, but the atmosphere was awkward.

After waiting in line for a while, it was their turn.

They walked up and took their seats.

The staff handling the divorce proceedings asked, "Are you both here to file for divorce?"

"Yes," Yasmin replied, presenting their documents.

The staff looked at them and remarked, "You two make such a good-looking couple. Why would you want a divorce?"

They were certainly the most attractive couple seeking a divorce in city hall.

Moreover, Blake's face was familiar to the staff, as if they had seen him somewhere before.

"We're not compatible," Yasmin answered casually.

"Do you have the divorce agreement?"

"Yes." Yasmin took out the agreement, signed it, and slid it before Blake. "Sign here."

Blake looked at it. The divorce agreement had been revised, and Yasmin hadn't asked for anything. She even gave up the mansion in Newphoria Bay.

"You don't want anything?" Blake asked.

Yasmin answered with a quiet "No". She had no right to ask for anything.

At that time, it was Stuart who schemed against Blake. She was forced into it. She had no right to demand anything from him.

She wanted the villa at Newphoria Bay. She wanted to return to her former home, but since Blake refused, she let it go. It would be easier for her to leave without baggage.

Blake's eyes flashed with annoyance. He asked her one last question, "Are you sure you won't regret this?"

"I won't." Her answer was the same as before. She even smiled.

Blake found that smile irritating.

His expression darkened as he sneered, "Well, that saves me from arguing with you about divorce settlements. You're very considerate. I'm relieved."

Having said that, he signed his name forcefully. Each stroke was heavy enough to tear the paper.

When he finished the last stroke, Yasmin felt a twinge in her heart.

The one who loved the most would feel the saddest.

She lowered her gaze, skillfully masking the emotion that was brewing in her eyes, and handed the remaining documents to the staff.

They quickly processed the forms. "Hello. You've completed the divorce proceedings. After 30 days, you can return here to pick up the certificate."

"Okay." Yasmin got her things. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Blake had already gotten up. With his walker in hand, he made his way to the exit. His departing figure radiated an icy demeanor.

Yasmin quickly shifted her gaze and gathered her things. She got up with a smile.

The divorce registration was done.

After 30 days, she could get the divorce certificate. Then, she could finally release Stuart.

She left the city hall.

Blake's leg was hurt, and it slowed his pace considerably.

When he reached the stairs, he stopped. Going up the stairs was manageable, but going down was a challenge with his injured leg.

Yasmin's lips trembled. She took a few quick steps forward, intending to help him.

But Giselle was quicker and reached for Blake first, grabbing his hand. "Blake."

"Why are you here?" Blake was surprised by her sudden appearance.

"She told me that you were getting divorced today, and she was worried about your mood. She asked me to come check on you."

Blake looked back.

Erik was also here. He was standing under the stairs, looking in Yasmin's direction.

Yasmin noticed them, and her movements slowly came to a halt.

"Blake, you're hurt. Let me help you," Giselle said, taking hold of Blake.

Looking back at Yasmin, Blake tried to decipher what she was feeling.

Yasmin remained composed, even offering him a brief smile.

Blake pressed his lips together, his expression distant as he said, "Help me."

Giselle, pleasantly surprised, took Blake's arm, and the two of them stood together. They were a striking pair.

Yasmin's mind went blank for a moment. She descended the stairs, each step reinforcing her desire to leave.

"Yasmin," Giselle called out suddenly, her eyes fixed on Yasmin. "Yasmin, you came here with Blake's car, right? We're on our way back. Do you want a ride?"

Yasmin looked at Giselle. She noticed a faint smirk on her lips, seemingly pleased with herself.

Blake was divorced, and Giselle had become his wife. She must be thrilled.

"I'm fine," Yasmin looked away as she declined the offer.

"I'll give you a ride." Erik approached her, a set of car keys dangling from his slender fingers. There was a look of triumph in his eyes.

Yasmin glared at him before flashing him a smile. "Sure."

She had some unfinished business with him.