Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak (Yasmin and Blake) novel Chapter 124

Yasmin replied, "I said I didn't. I didn't have an invitation letter when I arrived.

"I just happened to bump into Ivan, and he brought me in with him."

Blake stayed silent, but his motions were gentler as he applied the ointment to her blisters.

But this was something that he himself didn't even realize.

"A man like him doesn't suit you," Blake finally said.

"I think he's quite nice." Yasmin didn't like hearing Blake talk badly about Ivan, so she stood up for him and said, "Take tonight for example—he stood up for me and questioned Roxy without ever doubting me."

"That's because he wants to sleep with you!" Blake's actions became harsh again.

Instantly, Yasmin's brows furrowed as she hissed in pain.

Blake then examined her injuries, his expression only returning to normal when he saw that they didn't seem serious.

Then, he calmly said, "Nobody treats someone so well for no reason."

"I think you just don't like him," Yasmin replied.

"Isn't that normal?" Blake snorted. "He looks like a gentleman, yet he sticks close to you even though he knows you're married. Isn't that disgusting?"

Yasmin fell silent.

She was finally realizing how sharp-tongued Blake could be.

As she thought of this, Blake suddenly grabbed her arm and warned in a low voice, "Stay away from him from now on."

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Yasmin demanded.

But Blake's expression was stern as he said, "Go ahead if you want to be his booty call."

"He's not as despicable as you think he is." Yasmin continued defending Ivan.

Blake then tightened his grip on her, and in a sarcastic tone, he snorted. "Only a fool like you would believe him."

"Why do you hate me so much?" Yasmin's hand was hurting from Blake's grip, and tears began to stream down her face. "You're always like this. My father might have tricked you, but I'm your wife.

"I've treated you as best as I could for the past two years and never said anything to hurt you, but you always sting me with your words.

"Am I really that terrible?"