Chapter 31

“Either way, you’ve aroused ime. This time, you have to put the fire out.” Blake couldn’t care less

what Yasmin had to say. He plastered himself to her.

Yasmin shuddered. She wanted to push him away, but he caught her hands and held them behind

her. She was facedown against the pillow as he held her from behind. Blake’s kisses trailed down

her back; his breathing was hot and heavy.

A light sheen of sweat broke out on Yasmin’s nose. “You can’t do this. You already have Giselle! Let

me go!”

She wanted to push him away, but she couldn’t see him and didn’t know where to aim. When she

accidentally pressed against his groin, she stiffened in shock as her face burned crimson. “Blake!”

“Settle down.” Blake smacked her on the butt.

Yasmin stiffened again. “Let go of me!”

“You have to put out this fire today. Otherwise, you won’t take a step out of this room.” Blake’s voice

was so deep that it made her heart stutter.

Yasmin lay there, feeling miserable. He’d just slept with Giselle last night, yet here he was, trying to

have his way with her the very next day. Why did life have to be so hard on her? Why did she have

to marry Blake and become a tool for him to vent his frustrations? As she thought about this, she

started to cry. At that moment, someone pushed the door open. “Blake-”

It was Giselle. She was stunned when she saw what was happening in the room. She clapped a

hand over her mouth and bolted. 1

Yasmin was equally stunned. A bout of strength surged in her as she shoved Blake away. off! What

are you

doing with me when your woman’s here?”

Blake didn’t say anything. His eyes gleamed as he watched her. He seemed to be observing her.

She said coldly, “Go after her. I don’t want you to blame me if something happens to her baby.”

At the thought of the baby, Blake didn’t linger. He got up from her and went after Giselle, leaving

Yasmin alone in the room.

She smiled self–deprecatingly. She was about to get out of bed when the bracelet she wore. broke.

Yasmin picked it up and checked it. It was a gift from Blake. She’d pestered him to buy it for her for

their anniversary last year.

She’d said coquettishly, “Mr. B, we’ve already been married for a year, but you haven’t given me

anything. Why don’t you buy me an accessory?”

Yasmin had dragged him into a jewelry store. Later, he’d bought her the bracelet. Now, it was

broken. It seemed to be a prediction of their marriage. They would soon sever ties and part ways.

Yasmin didn’t obsess over it. She changed her clothes and headed to the prison to visit

Stuart. He wore an inmate’s uniform and had a smile on his handsome face. Despite being behind

bars, he was still the gentleman he’d always been.

Yasmin looked at him tearily. “How have you been, Dad?”

“Pretty great.” Stuart’s smile widened. He coughed lightly but covered his mouth with hist fist, trying

not to let Yasmin hear him.

She still did, though. Her gaze turned worried. “Dad, are you sick?”

“I’ve just been coughing a little lately; it’s nothing. Don’t worry, okay? Did you come to see me

because you wanted to tell me something, Yaz?”

“I want to divorce Blake, Dad.” Yasmin had come to inform Stuart of this.

Stuart fell silent. Then, he asked, “Has he mistreated you?”

“No, it’s just… The woman he loves is back,” Yasmin said frankly. “It’s been two years, Dad. He still

hasn’t fallen for me. I don’t think it’s likely to happen in the future.”

She’d already given up on the prospect.

Stuart asked, “Has he abused you, Yaz?”

“No.” Yasmin shook her head. “He hasn’t laid a finger on me, nor has he been verbally

abusive.”

Stuart nodded. After a short silence, he asked, “Could you not go ahead with the divorce?”

“Why?” Yasmin couldn’t understand this. She didn’t want to stay in a loveless marriage any longer.