Blake held her waist and kissed her milky white skin, savoring the indescribable sensations....It was late at night, and no one knew exactly what time it was.The Rolls-Royce Cullinan was parked inside Oak Garden, and Malcolm had long left.The car had been shaking for quite some time.After a while, Blake covered Yasmin—who had passed out—with his suit jacket and carried her up to the second floor.He took her into the bathroom and ran a warm bath for her. Her body was covered with lots of kiss marks from him. Seeing them made him feel a lot better.The next day, Yasmin woke up feeling like everything below her waist wasn't hers. She moved a bit, feeling sore and weak all over.The man next to her had his arm around her. His head rested in the crook of her shoulder, sleeping soundly. Yasmin was annoyed and kicked him.He opened his eyes, which looked dark and deep.Yasmin was a little frightened. She turned and pretended to be asleep again."You awake?" Blake asked her.

Hearing the news, Yasmin felt like she was soaked in ice water, a chill spreading all over her body.Amy's death meant there was no one to prove the truth anymore. She couldn't overturn the plagiarism accusations. And the 50 million-dollar compensation owed to NAS Group would now fall entirely on her shoulders.Yasmin suddenly found herself unable to speak, like she had shut down completely. She sat there and didn't move for a long time.After what felt like a long silence, Erik said, "I'm sorry. I did my best but didn't expect things to turn out this way. Look, Yasmin, I'll cover the 50 million owed to NAS Group for you."Yasmin wasn't sure she heard him right. Erik offered her 50 million dollars, but how could she accept it? It was then that she knew Erik liked her. There was no such thing as a free lunch. Would it mean she'd indirectly become Erik's woman if she accepted?In the end, she politely declined. "Thank you for your kindness, but there's no need."Later that nigh

Yasmin felt touched for a long time after that. It was no wonder she fell for him.Even though he always seemed cold—saying that he hated her and that she needed to make amends—he never hit or yelled at her.Sometimes, he would even bring her gifts from abroad. He was a good person at heart.Therefore, Yasmin always looked forward to him coming back. Even if he scolded her harshly or chased her out of his study, his presence always made her happy. She liked to bug him, calling him "Mr. B" like a joyful butterfly fluttering around him.It was just too bad the man she wanted to love forever had someone else in his heart. Thinking about it made her eyes red again.Blake noticed and softly pulled her into his arms, gently asking, "Why are you crying again?""I feel wronged. Mr. B, can you please not leave me?" She clung to him like a child.Blake was moved, feeling a profound warmth in his heart. "Okay."Later, when the bodyguards found them, they were surprised to see Blake sitt

Just then, the front door opened. Yasmin looked over immediately.Blake walked in from outside, a few raindrops on his shoulders. "It started raining, so I asked them to go back."Yasmin hesitated for a moment. "What about you?""It's raining, so I'll stay here," Blake said with certainty.Yasmin felt too embarrassed to ask him to leave. She lowered her voice and asked, "Do you have clothes to change into?""I've got some in the car." He always kept a change of clothes there. "I'll go grab them.""Wait," Yasmin called out to him. "I think I have an umbrella here. Let me find it for you."Blake thought she was trying to send him back out into the rain, his handsome face frowning.Yasmin found the umbrella at the entrance and handed it to him. "Here, found an umbrella for you."Blake looked at her coldly. "So eager to get rid of me?""No." Yasmin was taken aback, quickly explaining, "I meant for you to use the umbrella to get your clothes."So that's what she meant. He relaxed

The atmosphere suddenly became dead silent.Blake didn't say a word. He opened the door and walked out.Yasmin was fixing the pillows when she saw him come out of the bathroom. She asked, "Haven't you showered yet?"Blake's face was expressionless. He ignored her and walked away, returning to his usual cold demeanor.Yasmin felt a pang in her heart and chased after him; but Blake had already walked downstairs, slammed the door behind him, and left.Outside, a heavy storm was brewing, lightning and thunder crashing repeatedly. He had just walked into the rain without a word.Yasmin reached the door, not understanding why he left or where his sudden anger had come from.Why was he always like this? Just when things seemed fine, he would suddenly change.She stood at the door, watching his figure disappear into the distance. Tears welled up in her eyes.In the middle of the night, Blake got soaked in the rain and drove the Cullinan away.Lightning split the sky, making it blindi