Yasmin was terrified as tears welled up in her eyes. She retreated in faint footsteps as Blake approached her, her racing heartbeat pounding in the silent midnight.She was too scared to meet Blake's eyes, so she quickly retreated to the dressing room. However, Blake yanked her over to the sofa beside him instead.Fortunately, the sofa was soft, and Yasmin wasn't hurt from the fall. But she was still a tad bit annoyed. She sat up and scolded, "Blake, what are you doing?"However, she was met with Blake's darkened expression. "I stood up for you, yet you sided with him," Blake said.Yasmin was afraid of Blake's gaze and had a hunch that he would get violent. So, she scrambled over the sofa to run away.But in the end, Blake caught her and pulled her back to his side, directing a dangerous stare at Yasmin. Tears filled Yasmin's eyes as she shouted, "You're a madman!""Madman?" Blake grabbed her chin. Then, he fixed his gloomy eyes on Yasmin and said, "I stepped in to deal
Yasmin desperately tried to break free from Blake's grasp. However, traces of anger flashed across his eyes, and he pressed Yasmin against the back of the sofa. Then, he lunged at her and closed the gap between them. "Blake…" Yasmin was stunned, and her breathing quickened.Upon realizing that Blake was in the mood, Yasmin became much more terrified."Are you out of your mind? Erik's still on the phone…" Yasmin felt embarrassed and irritated, but Blake's aggressive advances left her mind in a daze."Stop it…" Her voice carried a hint of a sob.But Blake then spoke into her ear with an intense gaze, saying, "Then tell him. Did you consent to this?""No." Yasmin refused to say it. After all, blatantly saying it out loud would embarrass her. However, Blake continued with his advances when she didn't comply.Overwhelmed in the sensations, Yasmin bit her lower lip and asked, "What do you want?""Tell him you're willingly accepting me. Cooperate with me, and I'll let you go.
Blake countered, "You can still be my maid even though we're divorce though."Yasmin was flabbergasted. "Blake, are you out of your mind? Why are you forcing your ex-wife to be your maid? What will your new wife think when she finds out?""What she thinks has nothing to do with you. Focus on your work and pay off your debt." With that, Blake got up and left. Yasmin felt an overwhelming urge to beat him up to death. She couldn't help but slump on the sofa and sigh in frustration.How did she meet such a trash man?She didn't get any financial support from the divorce, and worse still, the jerk even demanded compensation for the bag. …In the middle of the night, Blake pushed open the door and entered the room to find Yasmin sleeping soundly on the bed. Her leg was exposed outside the blanket, and she was even unaware that her skirt slid up to her waist."You still kick away your blanket." Blake shook his head and switched on the dim wall light. Then, he opened a tube of
But upon looking back, Yasmin realized that she couldn't do anything about it. After all, paying off the 400 hundred thousand dollars would be hard with what the studio was earning.However, once the collaboration with the NAS Group began, she could swiftly settle the debt.As Yasmin thought of this, she felt herself grow confident again. Then, she picked up a black suit and a matching tie before exiting the dressing room."Here's your outfit." Yasmin put down the clothes in front of Blake and walked away.However, Blake then quickly instructed, "Help me put it on.""Does being a maid require me to dress you?" Yasmin vividly remembered how he didn't allow the maids to get close to him.But Blake nonchalantly countered, "You're different. You're a special maid because I'm going to pay you three thousand dollars a month. Of course, you're expected to do more work."Yasmin had no way to retort to that. So, she approached him with a cold expression and pulled off the loungewea
"Fine." Yasmin put down the cutlery and proceeded to tie Blake a perfect Windsor knot that exuded a noble air."It's done," she said with a smile and admired her handiwork.Then, as he sat down to have breakfast, Blake looked at Yasmin and ordered, "Be home by 8:00 pm sharp from now on."Yasmin was dumbfounded. She looked at him and asked, "Why?""What do you mean 'why'?" Blake frowned. "You're the maid here. Are you trying to skip work?"Frustrated, Yasmin knew she had to negotiate her way out of this. She said, "Yes, I need to fulfill my work. But you yourself know about my job—I'm a designer, and I often need to work overtime.""Just bring your work home and work overtime here then," Blake retorted. Couldn't she just draw her drafts anywhere? Yasmin was at a loss of words. She tried to come up with an excuse to reject Blake's demand. But then, she remembered that she owed him 400 hundred thousand dollars, and suddenly, her confidence to argue back was gone. In the
Yasmin stood before Giselle and examined the dress she'd brought over. Previously, Yasmin didn't get the chance to physically see the dress. She'd only seen pictures of it and had never gotten a clear view of the damage.But now that she was taking a closer look, she could see that the damage was a cut that was obviously inflicted by a knife."I'm sorry, Ms. Giselle. The dresses sold in our studio are non-refundable unless there's an issue with the quality," Yasmin said amiably."Isn't this an issue with the quality?" Giselle pointed at the cut on the dress.Yasmin then called her assistant over and asked her to pull up the video showcasing the packaging process of the dress."Ms. Giselle, please have a look. We always shoot a video of the packaging process before we deliver any of our products. "Besides, I wouldn't have visited yesterday night if you weren't complaining about not having anything to wear. I only decided to come over and fix it for you after considering the val
Yasmin walked over and held Arthur's hand.Then, Arthur advised her, saying, "Yasmin, you need to stand up for yourself when these disreputable women try to spend your husband's money. In fact, send a legal notice when the situation calls for it."You've got to get your money back. Half of that money is yours anyway."Also, let me know if you don't have a lawyer. I'll get you one."At this, Giselle paled, and her eyes turned bloodshot.But Arthur ignored her and continued speaking to Yasmin. "Let's head into your office and chat. I don't want just any Tom, Dick, and Harry to affect your mood," he said."Alright." Yasmin held onto Arthur as they headed to the office. "Grandpa, watch your steps on the stairs."Arthur was already 80 years old, so Yasmin was afraid of him falling.However, Arthur walked into the office with solid strides as Yasmin supported him from the side.Suddenly, Giselle ran up from downstairs and knelt before Arthur with red eyes."Grandpa, I'm pregnant wi
"I don't mean it that way!" Yasmin quickly recollected her thoughts and prepared Arthur some tea.While Arthur's authoritative presence deeply intimidated her, it also impressed her at the same time. He certainly carried things out in demeanor befitting of a prominent figure."Grandpa, here's your tea!" Yasmin then placed a cup of tea in front of Arthur and said.Arthur took the tea and slowly sipped on it. Then, he said, "Did I look cool just now?"Yasmin was at a loss for words. She thought she had misheard him, so she looked at Arthur again and said, "Huh?""I gave that woman a good scolding for you just now. Didn't I look cool?" Arthur added in a composed manner."Yeah, you looked cool!" Yasmin honestly answered."You don't need to be afraid of her. After all, that child might not necessarily be Blake's," Arthur said.After giving it some thought, Yasmn asked, "If it weren't true, what gave her the courage to deceive everyone? Wouldn't she be afraid of her lies being