"But Grandpa, won't you stay a few more days?" Yasmin asked.
"Nah, I'm old and picky about my bed. I can't sleep well here," Arthur said as he completed his workout with a cool-down exercise.
After he was done, Yasmin helped him to the dining room for breakfast.
Blake came down soon after. He looked gloomy as he sat at the table and greeted, "Grandpa."
"Why do you look so angry?" Arthur noticed Blake's frustrated expression and raised an eyebrow. "Did things not go well last night?"
At this, Yasmin almost spit out her porridge.
Blake glanced at her coldly and said, "No."
Then, he served some food to Arthur.
Then, Arthur asked, "So, why the long face then?"
"It's nothing."
Blake didn't want to talk anymore, so he simply ate his breakfast silently.
Yasmin couldn't figure out why Blake was upset as well.
So, she also quietly ate her food and stayed silent.
After breakfast, they stood at the door as they prepared to send Arthur off.
Just then, as Yasmin was turning to get into the Porsche, Blake said coldly, "Come up here."
"What's up?" Yasmin looked at him in confusion.
"What am I wearing?" Blake glared at her unhappily.
Yasmin looked at Blake and noticed that he was still in his pajamas.
Then, it clicked in her mind that she'd forgotten to get him his clothes.
Realizing her mistake, Yasmin turned back and said, "I forgot about that. I'll go get them for you now."
Yasmin then went upstairs and entered the room.
But as soon as she did, she heard the door lock behind her.
Startled, Yasmin turned around to see Blake's tall figure approaching her.
Then, he kissed her without saying a word.
Yasmin mumbled a few protests and struggled to breathe, saying, "Blake, what are you doing?"
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