Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 144

"What happened to Yasmin?” Joel asked Malcolm. "What made Blake so mad?”

Malcolm briefly explained what happened earlier to Joel.

Joel was shocked and cursed, "That bastard! She's his niece.”

"Those gambling addicts, when they need money, they're capable of deing anything.” Malcolm also hated such scum. After Joel left, Blake returned to the bedroom.

Yasmin was already awake, and she rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking dazed.

"Are you hungry?" Blake leaned by the doorway and asked.

Yasmin felt her stomach and answered, "Actually, yes."

After all, she hadn't eaten anything.

"Go take a shower. Food will be ready in a few minutes," Blake said before heading downstairs.

Yasmin was surprised.

Did Blake know how to cook?

She really didn't know that. She had never seen him cook before either.

Yasmin then took a shower and walked out wearing a light pink nightgown

Just then, Blake came back and opened the door.

He was holding a plate of macaroni and looked handsome and charming.

Yasmin was momentarily stunned by his looks and simply stood there staring at him

Noticing her gaze, Blake came over and flicked her forehead. "What are you staring at?”

"You can cook?" Yasmin was surprised.

Blake casually said, “This is the macaroni that Mary bought last time.”

"But you cooked it," Yasmin sat down on the couch and said.

Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and her big eyes looked beautiful.

Blake glanced at her and asked, "Are you surprised?"

"Yes. Who taught you?”

Blake paused for a moment before saying, "I spent a few years in Merania. I learned how to cook there.” So, that was it.

Yasmin nodded.

She heard that people who studied abroad usually learned to cook because they weren't used to the food overseas So, Yasmin didn't think too much about it and simply started eating.

"Yum!" Yasmin squinted her eyes in delight.

Blake held a cup of water and sat next to her. Then, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does it taste good?"

"Really good. Macaroni and cheese, What a.perfect match! And the _<* shrimp I is so fresh. Your cooking is great!" Yasmin gave Blake athumbs Up.

Blake smiled and said, “You should try the fruit salad too if you want.”

Yasmin then noticed a bowl of fruit salad on the tray.

She was puzzled. "How did you know I like to eat fruit salad?"Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Blake paused for a moment before casually saying, "I just threw it together.” The atmosphere while Yasmin had her late-night snack was quite harmonious.

But just ten minutes later, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward because Blake had gone to take a shower.

When he camp.out, he was only wrapped in.atwhite towel that revealed his perfect inverted triangle physiqué—the kind that seemed slim when dressed but muscular when undréssed and had defined abs that were too sexy to directly look at.

Meanwhile, Yasmin ate the fruit salad, not daring to look at Blake's body. Blake laughed. Then. he picked up some ointment and lifted Yasmin's tender foot.

Yasmin was taken aback, and her big eyes were full of confusion. "What are you doing?"

‘Checking the blisters on the bottom of your foot." Blake peeled off thes bandage on Yasmin's foot— the» blisters had already scabbed over.

He asked, "Does it still hurt?"

I've been wearing sneakers lately, so it doesn't hurt much.”

Yasmin tried to pull her foot back, but Blake firmly held onto it and wouldn't let her move.

"Even if it's almost healed, you should apply the ointment for a few more days to prevent an infection."

Then, he opened the ointment, and not caring whether or not Yasmin's foot was dirty, he applied the ointment with a cotton swab. Yasmin looked at his handsome face as her eyelashes slightly fluttered.

Why was Blake... suddenly so gentle?