Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 10

at her. Giselle asked, “Is this the room for you and Blake?” Yasmin frowned before regaining her composure and looking at Giselle’s belly. “Is Blake really the father of your child, Ms. O’Shea?” A trace of diffidence flashed across Giselle’s face before she nodded. “Yes, he is.” Yasmin’s eyes dimmed. Now that the dust had settled, there was no point in her troubling herself over the matter. “I hope you two will have a happy life together. You make a great pair.” “You and Blake-” “There’s nothing between us. We’re probably getting divorced soon,” Yasmin interjected. Even if Blake refused to go through with it, she would insist. It wasn’t up to Blake to decide. Giselle’s eyes lit up. “Really?” “Yeah. You don’t have to mind me. I’m just an unimportant character in this debacle.” After all, Blake had already told her he would never fall in love with her. Her heart was a grave now. Yasmin entered the bedroom and shut the door. She took her medication and then downloaded a divorce agreement off the Internet. She wanted to print it out. After getting her identification and the necessary documents, she headed downstairs. Giselle was already gone, but Blake was still around. He stood before the window as he answered a call. His tall stature gave him a rather domineering, regal air. Yasmin pretended not to see him as she headed to the entrance. “Stop right there!” Blake growled. Yasmin turned to look at him in confusion. “What do you want?” “Aren’t you supposed to be having acute gastritis? Why are you still going out?” “I’m going to work.” “You’re not allowed to go anywhere.” “Don’t boss me around,” Yasmin snapped. “From today onward, I’m not going to obey you anymore. I’m moving out. I won’t live here anymore.”

+15 BONUS In truth, Yasmin had always been a bit of a rebel. She’d only acted obediently because of her love for Blake. Now, however, she wanted to be herself. Blake sneered. “You’ll have to find a place to stay before you do that. I’d like to see if anyone would dare rent you anything without my permission.” Yasmin faltered. “Are you going to restrict my freedom?” “You’re not in the right condition to be going anywhere now. Stay at home.” Blake’s expression softened. “Wait until next week, at least. Shut that stu pid studio of yours down and report to Windmere Group’s secretariat. You’ll be my personal secretary.” It was Yasmin’s turn to sneer. “You know very well I’m a design student, yet you want me to be a secretary?” He knew she’d always dreamed of being a designer. Yes, it was her fault for setting up the studio without discussing it with him beforehand. But it was only because she could never reach him. Eunice had told her that they only had to fork out two million dollars each for the studio. She’d figured that the money didn’t matter to Blake-she could easily spend more than a million dollars just buying jewelry. That was why she’d gone ahead with it. However, Blake had been very upset upon learning about it. He hadn’t said anything about it, though. Yasmin thought the chapter had been closed, yet here he was now, telling her to shut it down. Blake said grimly, “You’re not suited to be a designer. You should give up while you’re ahead. “1 Yasmin’s pupils constricted. She let out a derisive laugh. “Do you think your saying that will make it true? Have you ever seen any of my designs? Have you paid attention to my studies and daily life?” “I don’t need to,” he said brusquely. His words got nastier and nastier. “You’re not cut out for it. If you want to get a job, come and work as my secretary. Don’t even think about doing anything else.”

Yasmin laughed again. Her heart felt like it was freezing over. “So, in your eyes, I don’t even deserve to have a dream? Is being a secretary all I’m worthy of?” +15 BONUS She’d spent years sla ving away as a design major. She’d drafted designs day and night. Everyone had said she was talented. Blake was the only one who disagreed. Now, he was even trying to erase her four years of hard work with a few words. Yasmin had nothing more to say to him, nor did she want to. She turned to leave the villa. “Where are you going?” Blake asked from where he stood behind her. His gaze darkened. Yasmin ignored him. Blake’s assistant, Malcolm Shaw, ran after her. He said, “Where are you headed, Mrs. Ford? I’ll take you there.” “Save it!” Yasmin knew Blake must’ve ordered him to do this. She stopped in the courtyard and shouted, “I don’t need his false kindness!” She made to get in a Porsche, but Malcolm stopped her. “Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford said you’re not allowed to drive.” “We’re in a f ucking neighborhood of villas, and we’re surrounded by winding mountain roads. How the hell am I going to get out of here if I can’t drive?” “I’ll take you to where you wanna goChapter 10 .” Malcolm was insistent. Yasmin was p issed, so she nodded just to spite Blake. “Fine, then. You can drop me off.” After getting into the car, she called Eunice. “Where are you? I’m out of the house. I’ll go look for you.” “I’m at the studio. Come on over,” Eunice said. “Okay.” Before that, Yasmin had Malcolm pull over at a nearby shop with a printer. She got down, printed two copies of the divorce agreement, indicated the reason, and slapped one on Malcolm’s chest. “Take this to Blake.” “I have to stay with you, Mrs. Ford.” “Just stop. I’m already at the studio. What could go wrong? Go back to work.” Yasmin chased Malcolm away.

Malcolm watched her enter the studio before getting into the car and returning to Windmere Group. He delivered the divorce agreement to the president’s office. Blake was seated at his desk and attending to some documents. When he saw Malcolm, he asked, “Where’d she go?”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.