Chapter 69

Yasmin looked surprised. “What are you doing? Don’t you have a serious case of

germaphobia? I made these rice balls myself. My hands were all over them.” Saying this, she

intentionally opened her hands to gross him out.

Unexpectedly, Blake only paused for a short while and then ate the rice ball with an

expressionless face. “Not bad.”

Yasmin was completely dumbfounded.

Seeing her bewildered, Blake chuckled and asked casually, “Is your hand getting better now? You

can make rice balls?”

“I just sprained it a bit. It’s not like it’s broken. A day or two of rest, and I’ll be fine.” Yasmin lifted her

hand, and the swelling had eased considerably. She felt almost back to normal.

Blake ate another rice ball and took a sip of her mutton soup.

Yasmin exclaimed, “Hey, don’t eat my dinner. There’s some soup left. If you want some, get it

yourself. Mary made a big pot.”

Blake said, “Ladle the soup for me.”

Yasmin refused. “No way.”

“I’ll take this one then.” Blake directly took her bowl.

“Hey!” Expressing dissatisfaction, Yasmin frowned and reached out to grab the bowl. However,

Blake already tilted his head back and finished the entire bowl of soup.

Yasmin fell speechless. “Are you seriously that hungry?”

Seeing her bristling with anger, Blake could not help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Yasmin muttered as she went to get another bowl and ladle some soup.

Blake suddenly asked, “Is there really something going on between you and Ivan Burke?”

“Something going on?” Yasmin sipped the soup puzzledly.

“Are you really into him? Or are you just playing me?” He seemed to have the patience to

have a heart–to–heart conversation with her for once.

Yasmin paused and looked at him. She said seriously, “It’s true. I really want to find someone I like

again.”

Bale’s expression grew colder. “So, you don’t love the last one anymore?”

“Why would I love someone if the relationship has no result?” Yasmin took another sip of the soup

as her tone remained calm. Seemingly, she was indifferent to everything

“I knew it. People like you are always so fickle.” Blake’s expression turned cold.

Yasmin was puzzled. “What do you mean ‘people like you‘? What kind of person am I?”

Blake did not answer her. He put down his bowl and walked away as his bearing became very

gloomy.

Yasmin thought he was really unreasonable. He said that he would never love her. Now, she was

not in love with him anymore, and he blamed her for being fickle instead.

Yasmin snorted. He should have blamed himself for being a scumbag and ruining a good marriage

by having an affair! Destroying the family by himself, he even had the nerve to blame her.

Yasmin’s mood went sour again. She bit into a rice ball fiercely and intentionally sent him a

message on WhatsApp. “Mr. Ford, be careful with your stomach tonight.”

Blake: “?”

Yasmin: “I just remembered something. When I returned tonight, I might’ve forgotten to wash my

hands before making those rice balls. So… if you feel a stomach ache, it might be food poisoning.”

Blake saw the message upstairs and exclaimed angrily, “Yasmin Starr!”

Yasmin heard his roar downstairs and burst into laughter. He deserved it!

Actually, her hands were clean. She just wanted to get back at him for always messing with her

emotions and then left. At the same time, she wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine!

Tonight, Yasmin stayed in the guest room again. After her bath, she sat on the bed in her

nightgown. She heard a knock at the door when she was about to lie dowIL

She asked cautiously, “Who’s that?”

“It’s me.” Blake’s voice came from the outside of the door.

Yasmin got out of the bed and opened the door in her nightgown. “Mr. Ford, what’s the matter?”

Blake stood outside, clutching his stomach. He looked a bit pale. “Those rice balls tonight might be

dirty. My stomach hurts. Can you get me some medicine?”

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