Chapter<b>113</b>
MarthahadalongchatwithYvette.Itwasn’tuntilshegrewtootired<b>that</b>shereluctantlywenttorest.
“Areyouhungry?Let’shavea<b>meal</b>?”
Yvetteshookherheadandrejected.“No,Ihavethingstodter,”
SheneededtogotoStarlightEntertainment.
“Alright.”TherewasahintofdisappointmentinWilson’smaicvoice.Butthen,hegavehera charmingsmile.“Grandmaonly listenstoyounow.Canyouvisithermoreoften?”
SamuelsilentlyclickedhistongueashethoughtWilsonwasreadytotrickYvetteagain.HewasjustusingMarthaasanexcusetoseeYvette.
DuetoYvette’s<b>fondness</b>forMartha,sheagreedwithouthesitation.“<b>Sure</b>,I’llvisitGrandmaaftersswheneverIcan.”
Wilson’smesmerizingeyessparkledwithdelight.Helookedbothrestrainedand.“I’llpickyouupafterssfromnowon.”
“Okay.”Yvettenoddedandsaid,“Ineedtogonow.TakegoodcareofGrandma,”
EvenafterwatchingYvetteleave,Wilson’salluringsmileremained.
“Mr.Quinn,it’sacallfroinMs.Yasmin..
Wilson’sexpressiondarkenedinstantly.Amidhishandsomeandcharmingappearance,heexudedchillness.“Answerit.”
AlthoughSamuelhadbeenbyWilson’ssideformany<b>years</b>,hestillgotintimidatedbyWilson’sfrighteningdemeanor.HefeltpityforYasminasheansweredthecall.
“Mr.Quinn..
Assoonasthecallconnected,Yasmin’ssweetvoicerangout.
Yasminhadponderedforalongnightbeforemusteringhercouragetomakethiscall.ShewantedtoimherthirdfavorwhiletheystillbelievedshewastheonewhosavedMartha.
Otherwise,shemightnevergetanotherchanceafterthis.
Uponhearinghervoice,Wilson’svoicegrewcolder.“Speak.”
YasminwasthrilledtohearWilson’svoice.Shespokeevenmorecoyly.“Mr.Quinn,I’dliketoimmythirdfavoronadinnerwithyoutonight!”Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.
ThechillinWilson’scaptivatingeyesintensified.Herepliedcoldly,“Fine.”
OnceYasmingottheresponse,berinitialtrepidationturnedintojoy.Shecouldn’tbelieveWilsonwouldagree.
Ifshegotthechancetomeethim,shewasconfidentshecouldchangehisimpressionofherandgraduallymakehimlikeher.
ShecouldalreadyenvisionherselfasthefutureMrs.Quinn.ShepicturedallthesocialitesinJubilifeCityenvyher.
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“DoyourememberwhatIsaidabouttheconsequencesofdeceivingme?”
Wilson’sfrostytoneshatteredYasmin’sdelusion.Herfaceturnedpaleashereyesshowedaflickerofguilt.
Shewondered,“Whydidhesuddenly<b>say</b><b>that</b>?CouldhehavediscoveredIwasn’ttheonewhosavedMrs.QuinnSenior?”However,shequicklydismissedsuch<b>a</b>thought,believingitwas impossible.