Chapter 35

“Cabbage is pretty tasty, too. It’s crunchy and sweet. Remember to try some when you have the

time, Mrs. Ford. Also, you have to maintain a healthy lifestyle.

“Stick to a proper schedule. Don’t burn the midnight oil all the time.” Malcolm knew Yasmin was a

design student who constantly stayed up late to get her drafts done. This was why he was

reminding her.

Yasmin was surprised by his thoughtfulness. She smiled and said, “I didn’t expect you to be so

considerate and detail–oriented when you look like a tough guy. I bet your girlfriend’s really happy

to be with you.”

“You jest, Mrs. Ford. I’m still single.”

“What? How can that be? You’re pretty handsome, and you’re almost six feet tall. Besides, you

must be well paid for being a president’s special assistant. How can you not have a girlfriend?”

Malcolm wanted to tell her that he never got a break as Blake’s assistant. He had to be on standby

24/7. It would be a miracle if he could squeeze out time for a girlfriend. But before he could get the

words out, Blake glared at him. “Malcolm!”

Malcolm turned to look at him. “Yes, sir! Do you need anything?”

Blake didn’t look too pleased as his gaze traveled between Malcolm and Yasmin. “Shut up. I

want to rest.

“Yes, sir.” Malcolm didn’t dare to say anything else.

Blake shut his eyes. Yasmin thought he was being anal and couldn’t help muttering, “It must be

exhausting to work for you–your staff isn’t even allowed to chat a bit while on duty! You’re a

monster!”

Blake’s eyes flew open. He glared at her. “It’s your own fault for talking about useless stuff.”

“How is that useless?”

“You kept trying to pry into Malcolm’s personal life when chatting with him. Don’t you think you were

being rude?” Blake snorted.

Yasmin’s jaw dropped. “I was just chatting like a normal person!”

Malcolm wanted to tell them to stop arguing. He wasn’t offended. But he didn’t have the

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scheming women would say

Oh, so he knew what scheming women usually said?

Yasmin snored. “No one is better at being scheming than your woman.”

Het impression of Giselle had gone down the drain after seeing what the latter was capable

“What, are you jealous?” Blake looked at her.

Yasmin scoffed. “Hal You’re thinking too highly of yourself. How narcissistic of you.”

Blake’s expression darkened. He didn’t say anything else. The atmosphere grew tense again.

Malcolm sighed to himself. He’d started a conversation in hopes of easing the tension between

Blake and Yasmin. Who would’ve known that things would only get worse? He drove along

woefully.

Half an hour later, the Rolls–Royce Cullinan glided into Ford Residence. Yasmin opened the door

to get out, but Blake grabbed her. She was caught off guard and crashed against his hard chest.

Her nose hurt from the impact. She rubbed it. She looked displeased as she snapped, “What are

you doing?”

“Just wait.” Blake grabbed a box from the backseat and opened it to reveal a gorgeous pink

diamond necklace.

As a jewelry designer, Yasmin only needed to glance at it to know it wasn’t cheap. “Why are you

giving me this?

“As the wife of Windmere Group’s president, you have to be dressed for the occasion, especially

since this is a family gathering. Otherwise, the others will think I’m mistreating you.” Blake scoffed.

Yasmin was rendered speechless. So, that was how it was. He was doing all this for the sake of his

ego as a company’s president. She took a deep breath and waited for him to put the necklace on for

her.

Blake took the necklace from the box. The light brush of his fingers against her neck made it feel

like soft electric bolts were shooting through her.

She felt unsettled and curled her fingers. “Are you done?”