Chapter 108

"Alright then." Yasmin retrieved a measuring tape and started taking his measurements.

Erik looked at his tall figure and lean legs in the mirror and asked, "I heard you slapped Giselle this

morning?"

Yasmin raised her eyebrows. "Why? Did you come here for her?"

"Not at all. I was just wondering how shameless one can be. You and Blake are already separated,

yet you returned to Oak Garden yesterday?"

Yasmin smiled and said, "We'll be officially divorced in a month. At the moment, I'm still Blake's wife,

and I have every right to be at Oak Garden. Mistresses, on the other hand, have no right to come to

Oak Garden."

She was hinting that Giselle was a mistress.

After that incident yesterday, Yasmin and Giselle had become sworn enemies.

Erik scoffed. "You're just jealous of Giselle. Do you feel uncomfortable seeing how much Blake

cares about her?"

"What about her should I be jealous about? Jealous that she's a bitch? Or jealous of her top-notch

acting skills?"

Erik had no retort for that. He mused for a while and said, "Anyhow, you're definitely jealous of her."

"Whatever." Yasmin didn't care at all. She held up the measuring tape and said, "Mr. Hayes, please

lift your hands."

Erik complied. When Yasmin leaned closer to him to take his measurements, Erik caught a whiff of

the faint fragrance in her hair. Her eyelashes, long and curly, were like two fans.

Erik was a little uncomfortable. He laughed and said, "Are you trying to flirt with me by leaning so

near to me?"

"Mr. Hayes, you're too full of yourself," Yasmin mocked him.

Just as she was about to back away, Erik caught hold of her waist.

"You can, you know." Erik looked down at her, and his lips curled up in a smile. "Come and chase

me if you like me so much.

"Who knows? In the heat of the moment, I might give you a chance. How about treating me like how

you used to treat Blake? Always at his beck and call. How does that sound?"

Yasmin scoffed at him. "Blake is worthy of me chasing him. A man like you is worth nothing."

Erik's expression changed, and he suddenly held her tightly.

Yasmin angrily demanded, "What do you think you're doing?"

Smiling, Erik leaned toward her ear and whispered, "Blake is here."

Yasmin stiffened.

"Hi, Blake," Erik greeted.

Blake walked in, eyeing them. "What are both of you doing together?"

Malcolm was behind him, his hands full of gift bags.

They looked like they were going to someone's house. Was he planning to go to the Starr family's

dinner?

Yasmin's heart fluttered at the sight.

"We're good friends now," Erik chirped.

"Oh really?" Blake shifted his gaze from Erik to Yasmin. "You've become good friends with Erik so

quickly, haven't you?"

Yasmin looked at the gift bags Malcolm held.

She didn't want Blake to go to the dinner because she was planning to break the news of the

divorce to the Starr family that night. Thus, she nodded without a word.

The more he hated her, the easier it was to cut off from him completely.

"Come with me," Blake said darkly.

Hesitantly, Yasmin followed him to the reception room. Once she closed the door, Blake pulled her

to the couch.

Yasmin was stunned when Blake threw himself on her.

They were in the studio! They couldn't be doing this!

She looked up at him. "Blake, what do you think you're doing? We're at my company."

"You're interacting with Erik so frequently. Are you really trying to flirt with him?" Blake pressed

down on her and pinched her jaw.

Yasmin's jaw hurt. She frowned and said, "You're hurting me. Let go—"

Blake didn't let go. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her.