Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

“You guys, look over there! It’s Mr. Quinn! Wait, who’s that woman beside him? Her figure looks so familiar…”

as they watched Wilson and

whispers among the socialites grew as

“Yeah, you’re right. She kind of looks like Yvette e from behind.” The wh from a distance.

Yasmin’s expression instantly darkened as she listened to their speculation. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists as she tried to hide her inner turmoil.

“You guys must have misunderstood. Mr. Quinn and Yvette don’t know each other.” How could Wilson possibly be with that bitch Yvette?!

Sensing Yasmin’s grim expression, the group of socialites quickly agreed.

“Yeah, we probably got the wrong person. Yvette wouldn’t possibly be together with Mr. Quinn!” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Exactly. That country bumpkin wouldn’t even get a chance to meet him!”

Relief washed over Yasmin after hearing their words.

She tightened her grip on the emerald pendant in her hand, vowing to seize this opportunity to get closer to Wilson.

Since their last meal together, Wilson had learned what Yvette liked and disliked. So today, he had chosen a seafood restaurant, especially for

Samuel frowned as he eyed the seafood restaurant warily. “Mr. Quinn, don’t you have a mild- He wanted to war Wilson about his allergies, but Wilson cut him off.

“It’s fine,” Wilson said. His seafood allergy was mild. With gloves, he could peel shrimp for Yvette without any trouble.

Seeing this, Samuel silently stepped aside.

Soon, all the dishes were served. Yvette only had to focus on eating as Wilson meticulously peeled shrimp for her with his gloved hands. “That’s enough. You don’t need to peel anymore,” Yvette protested.

But Wilson continued as he lifted his captivating eyes to meet hers. “Are you full already?” he asked gently.

Why did he sound like he was feeding a pig? Yvette glanced down at her bowl filled with neatly peeled shrimp. She hadn’t peeled a single one herself throughout the whole moal

Wilson’s smile deepened as if he could read her thoughts. His tone softened as he spoke, “It’s not what you’re thinking. You’re just too thin,

You have to eat more.

He could weap his hand around her slim waist effortlessly.

Yvette glanced down at herself. Was she really that thin? She had filled out all the places she was supposed to!

As they were about to leave the restaurant, Sean was still nowhere to be seen. However, Yvette was unfazed. She had long gotten used to Sean’s unreliability

“Shall I take you home, then?” Wils

Wilson gently ruffled her hair as he spoke. His touch was intimate.

Yvette didn’t shy away, either. She clearly didn’t mind his touch.