Chapter 42

Yasmin asked, “How am I not fit for him?”

Blake turned around. His expression was cold. “Your family is bankrupt, and you’re penniless. Who

would you be a good fit for?”

Yasmin’s pride was wounded. But she couldn’t deny that Blake’s words were true.

She wasn’t fit to be with Blake or Ivan. She had never desired to, either. All she wanted was to live

a proper life and pursue her dreams.

“Cat got your tongue?” Blake asked again when Yasmin grew silent.

Yasmin pursed her lips. “There’s nothing for me to say. You’re all respectable people in high society.

I’m just a lowly commoner who doesn’t deserve any of you.”

She then got up to take a walk in the courtyard.

When she opened the door, Annalise was standing outside. “Here’s the herbal brew, Yasmin. Drink

up while it’s hot.”

Yasmin wanted to vomit at the sight of the herbal brew.

But with Annalise’s eyes on her, she had no choice but to take the bowl of dark brew back into the

room.

“I’ll watch you drink it, Yasmin,” Annalise said by the doorway.

Yasmin stiffened briefly. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to escape, she raised the bowl to her lips.

Blake’s brows furrowed. He went over to take the bowl and poured it into the trash can.

Annalise was stunned. “What are you doing, Blake? I spent so long preparing that.”

Blake put on a shirt and said faintly, “The herbs haven’t taken effect even after so long. There must

be something wrong with it. It’s better not to continue drinking it. It might even harm Yasmin’s body

before she could even get pregnant.”

Annalise thought this reasonable. Yasmin had drunk the herbal brew for three months, but there

were still no results.

Annalise hummed quietly. “Maybe the herb blend isn’t right. I’ll go ask the doctor tomorrow.

“Why don’t you get some rest first?” Blake suggested. He then called one of the servants to

come by.

The servant helped Annalise back to her room. Only then did she stop talking about the

herbs.

Yasmin sat dully at the head of the bed, thinking about how Annalise always urged her to get

pregnant every time she visited. Yasmin resolved not to visit here anymore.

Blake finished dressing up while Yasmin remained silent. He wore suits every single day. Today, he

had on a long suit jacket. It made his tall figure look especially attractive.

‘Are you going out?” Yasmin asked. Was he dressed so handsomely because he was meeting with

Giselle?

“Are you coming with?” Blake asked.

“Where to?” Yasmin wasn’t going to go along if he was seeing Giselle.

“Joel asked me out for drinks. I’m going to go have a few with them.”

Yasmin blinked for a moment. Oh, so Blake wasn’t going on a date.

She stood up. “I’ll join you.”

Yasmin feared the Ford Residence. She didn’t want to stay here a minute longer lest Annalise

comes looking for her again.

Blake held Yasmin’s hand and walked out the door.

Yasmin was confused. When both of them entered the elevator, she looked at Blake.

Why was he holding her hand?

Blake sensed her gaze and asked, “What are you staring at me for?”

“Nothing.” Yasmin looked away. Maybe it was just an instinctive gesture.

Blake got a phone call from work on the car. He conversed in a foreign language over the call.

Yasmin sat beside him, listening to his low voice. She cast him occasional looks.

Blake was a fine man, unlike many of those young and rich heirs. He was serious about his career

and didn’t fool around with women.

Yet he didn’t love Yasmin.

The two reached the Nightshade Club in half an hour.

Blake’s friends were all gathered in a private room. They were surprised to see Blake had brought

Yasmin along.

“Who’s the chick? Is she Blake’s new girlfriend? She’s pretty,” someone said, oblivious to the

situation.

Blake had married Yasmin in secret. Not many people had seen her before.