Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak (Yasmin and Blake) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 

Eunice went downstairs after counting the fabrics. The staff were enjoying the cake, saying it was a gift from Ivan and praising his handsome looks. 

Eunice asked, “Mr. Burke?” 

She ran upstairs and asked Yasmin, “Mr. Burke from NAS Group?” 

Yasmin acknowledged with a hum. 

Eunice asked, “Did he come to see you? And he brought a cake?” 

Yasmin sipped the coffee and said casually, “No, he came to order a custom attire and brought along a box of cake for me.” 

Eunice asked, “Why?” 

Yasmin smiled. “No particular reason. Maybe he’s just a nice person.” 

Eunice sat down and took a bite of the cake. Then, she asked again, “What about the two scumbags? Did they leave?” 

Yasmin said, “Mm–hmm. I closed a 680,000–dollar deal with Giselle O’Shea.” 

Eunice snorted, “I didn’t expect mistresses these days to be so shameless, parading around in front of the legal wife.” 

Yasmin held two receipts between her fingertips. “I don’t care about them as long as I’m making money. I closed two deals today and earned over 300,000 dollars.” 

Eunice’s eyes lit up. “That’s impressive, Yaz.” 

After getting off at night, Yasmin took a cab home. Her Porsche was still under repair, leaving her with no car. It was already past 9:00 pm when she reached Oak Garden. 

Mary and the others had gotten off. Yasmin entered the kitchen and only found a pot of rice and mutton soup. She was starving tonight. 

However, she was not in the mood to cook. Therefore, she separated the mutton and broccoli from the soup and mashed them into the rice. Then, she added salt, shredded seaweed, vinegar, and egg yolk sauce. 

After mixing them, she shaped the mixture into rice balls. She made a fragrant and delicious 

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meal in just a few minutes. 

After making the rice balls, she also filled a bowl with the mutton soup. She took a sip, and the soup was so flavorful that she narrowed her eyes in delight. “So delicious!” 

Then, she took a big bite of the rice ball, savoring the fresh meat and the crunchy seaweed. It was scrumptious! 

“Is it that delicious?” Blake appeared out of nowhere and stood at the doorway. He was still wearing today’s dark–patterned black shirt, looking handsome and cold. Yasmin had bought 

the shirt. 

She glanced at him and continued to enjoy the riceballs. “When did you get back?” 

“Just now.” Blake walked in. 

Gradually, she seemed to lose her anger toward him, becoming more polite and reserved. 

Blake frowned. Watching her eating contentedly, he asked, “Is there more?” 

Yasmin glanced at her plate, which still had around ten rice balls. She shook her head. “Nope. 

Blake paused and furrowed his brows. “You still have a plate full, don’t 

you?” 

She chewed one rice ball slowly. “I remember you don’t eat vegetables. The ones I made all have vegetables. You won’t like it.” Now, it was impossible for her to revert to the old behavior of hurriedly preparing a meal whenever he wanted to eat. 

In the past, she would get up and cook for him whenever Blake mentioned a craving, even if