Chapter37


    “Youguys,lookoverthere!It’sMr.Quinn!Wait,who’sthatwomanbesidehim?Herfigurelookssofamiliar…”


    astheywatchedWilsonand


    whispersamongthesocialitesgrewas


    “Yeah,you’reright.ShekindoflookslikeYvetteefrombehind.”Thewhfromadistance.


    Yasmin’sexpressioninstantlydarkenedasshelistenedtotheirspection.Herhandsweretightlyclenchedintofistsasshetriedtohideherinnerturmoil.


    “Youguysmusthavemisunderstood.Mr.QuinnandYvettedon’tknoweachother.”Howcould WilsonpossiblybewiththatbitchYvette?!


    SensingYasmin’sgrimexpression,thegroupofsocialitesquicklyagreed.


    “Yeah,weprobablygotthewrongperson.Yvettewouldn’tpossiblybetogetherwithMr.Quinn!”


    “Exactly.Thatcountrybumpkinwouldn’tevengetachancetomeethim!”


    ReliefwashedoverYasminafterhearingtheirwords.


    Shetightenedhergripontheemeraldpendantinherhand,vowingtoseizethisopportunitytogetclosertoWilson.


    Sincetheistmealtogether,WilsonhadlearnedwhatYvettelikedanddisliked.Sotoday,hehadchosenaseafoodrestaurant,especiallyfor


    Samuelfrownedashe eyedtheseafoodrestaurantwarily.“Mr.Quinn,don’tyouhaveamild-HewantedtowarWilsonabouthisallergies,butWilsoncuthimoff.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    “It’sfine,”Wilsonsaid.Hisseafoodallergywasmild.Withgloves,hecouldpeelshrimpforYvettewithoutanytrouble.


    Seeingthis,Samuelsilentlysteppedaside.


    Soon,allthedisheswereserved.YvetteonlyhadtofocusoneatingasWilsonmeticulouslypeeledshrimpforherwithhisglovedhands.“That’senough.Youdon’tneedtopenymore,”Yvetteprotested.


    ButWilsoncontinuedasheliftedhiscaptivatingeyestomeethers.“Areyoufulready?”heaskedgently.


    Whydidhesoundlike hewasfeeding apig?Yvettenceddownatherbowlfilledwithneatlypeeled shrimp.Shehadn’tpeeledasingleoneherselfthroughoutthewholemoal


    Wilson’ssmiledeepenedasif hecouldreadherthoughts.Histonesoftenedashespoke,“It’snotwhatyou’rethinking.You’rejusttoothin,


    Youhavetoeatmore.


    Hecouldweaphishandaroundherslimwaisteffortlessly.


    Yvettenceddownatherself.Wasshereallythatthin?Shehadfilledoutallthecesshewassupposedto!


    Astheywereabouttoleavetherestaurant,Seanwasstillnowheretobeseen.However,Yvettewasunfazed.Shehadlonggotten usedtoSean’sunreliability


    “ShallItakeyouhome,then?”Wils


    Wilsongentlyruffledherhairashespoke.Histouchwasintimate.


    Yvettedidn’tshyaway,either.Sheclearlydidn’tmindhistouch.