Chapter 90

Erik pondered for a moment, then turned and walked away without saying anything.

Instead of going upstairs to find Blake, he got into his Pagani and

drove away.

Yasmin was perplexed.

What a strange bunch of people.

She let out a sigh.

Since everyone wasn’t happy with her and Blake being together, then they should probably just let it

go.

She went back upstairs and had just finished taking a shower and was drying her hair when Blake’s

phone call came in.

She answered the phone with an icy tone, “Hello.”

Blake sensed that something was wrong with her. He ask “Why haven’t you come over yet?”

“Why should I go over?”

After a moment of hesitation, Blake said, “My leg hurts a little.”

“Hold on.” She put down the towel and walked to the master bedroom in her slippers.

Blake sat on the bed, his lips curling into a smile. “Come over here.”

Yasmin stopped in front of him and looked at his leg indifferently. ” Where does it hurt? Do you need

me to call Dr. Sawyer over?”

“It doesn’t seem to hurt that much anymore.

Blake instantly changed the topic. “Did you finish taking a shower?”

Yasmin hummed in assent.

Uncharacteristically, Blake took a pillow and set it beside him. “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

Yasmin’s brows furrowed as she looked at him.

Blake noticed that her expression wasn’t right, so he asked, “What’s going on? Did my mother say

something to you when she came over?”

“No.”

“Then was it because of Giselle?”

Yasmin glanced up at him, her eyes indifferent. “No.”

“What’s going on then?”

“I just felt that since we had agreed to go our separate ways, we shouldn’t behave so intimately. In

the future, we shouldn’t do such things as well. Apart from being married, we’re practically just

strangers.”

Blake’s face turned grim. “You really have a thing for Ivan, don’t y

Yasmin ignored the question and said, “I’ve already made up my

mind. I don’t want to be in this marriage anymore, and I wouldn’t look back on it as well.”

After saying that, she walked away.

Blake’s gaze followed her as she walked out of the room, his gaze cold and menacing.

Since that day, Yasmin rarely went to see Blake.

Joel and Erik would come every day, and the people from the

company would also prepare daily reports.

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Yasmin would spend her days drawing sketches in her room unless she was called upon.

After a week, Blake had recovered considerably, and Yasmin had finished drawing most of her

sketches. She could return to the studio

to work.

She gave Ivan a call and greeted, “Ivan.”

Yasmin had just called out his name, and Ivan already knew what was happening. “Are you done

with the sketches?”

“Yes, I’ve finished some sketches. I’d like to know when you’re available,” Yasmin said as she

wanted to discuss the collaboration

with him.

Ivan said, “Is tomorrow alright with you then?”

“Tomorrow?”

Yasmin looked at the time and said, “Sure, are you free tomorrow afternoon? If so, we can make a

reservation at a restaurant and talk while we eat.”

“That’s settled then,” Ivan said with a smile.

Yasmin was about to end the call when she saw Blake, supporte

a walker, standing at the entrance with Erik supporting him. Both their gazes were fixed on her.

Blake’s gaze was dark and brooding.

Meanwhile, Erik looked a little smug.

Yasmin suddenly remembered what Annalise had said. She had said that if she didn’t divorce Blake

soon, her father might never be released from prison.

As she recalled this, she took a deep breath and acted coquettishly to

the person on the phone, saying, “Ivo.”

Yasmin’s voice carried a hint of coquetry, which caused Ivan to raise his brow. He asked gently,

“What’s up?”

Yasmin coquettishly asked Ivan over the phone, “Can I have dessert

tomorrow?”

Erik scoffed, “I told you so, Blake. This woman is so untrustworthy. She’s been flirting with Ivan

behind your back.”