Chapter 37


    “You guys, look over there! It’s Mr. Quinn! Wait, who’s that woman beside him? Her figure looks so


    familiar…”


    as they watched Wilson and


    whispers among the socialites grew as


    “Yeah, you’re right. She kind of looks like Yvette e from behind.” The wh from a distance.


    Yasmin’s expression instantly darkened as she listened to their spection. Her hands were tightly


    clenched into fists as she tried to hide her inner turmoil.


    “You guys must have misunderstood. Mr. Quinn and Yvette don’t know each other.” How could


    Wilson possibly be with that bitch Yvette?!


    Sensing Yasmin’s grim expression, the group of socialites quickly agreed.


    “Yeah, we probably got the wrong person. Yvette wouldn’t possibly be together with Mr. Quinn!”


    “Exactly. That country bumpkin wouldn’t even get a chance to meet him!”


    Relief washed over Yasmin after hearing their words.


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    She tightened her grip on the emerald pendant in her hand, vowing to seize this opportunity to get


    closer to Wilson.


    Since theirst meal together, Wilson had learned what Yvette liked and disliked. So today, he had


    chosen a seafood restaurant, especially for


    Samuel frowned as he eyed the seafood restaurant warily. “Mr. Quinn, don’t you have a mild- He


    wanted to war Wilson about his allergies, but Wilson cut him off.


    “It’s fine,” Wilson said. His seafood allergy was mild. With gloves, he could peel shrimp for Yvette


    without any trouble.


    Seeing this, Samuel silently stepped aside.


    Soon, all the dishes were served. Yvette only had to focus on eating as Wilson meticulously peeled


    shrimp for her with his gloved hands. “That’s enough. You don’t need to peel anymore,” Yvette


    protested.


    But Wilson continued as he lifted his captivating eyes to meet hers. “Are you full already?” he asked


    gently.


    Why did he sound like he was feeding a pig? Yvette nced down at her bowl filled with neatly


    peeled shrimp. She hadn’t peeled a single one herself throughout the whole moal


    Wilson’s smile deepened as if he could read her thoughts. His tone softened as he spoke, “It’s not


    what you’re thinking. You’re just too thin,


    You have to eat more.


    He could weap his hand around her slim waist effortlessly.


    Yvette nced down at herself. Was she really that thin? She had filled out all the ces she was


    supposed to!


    As they were about to leave the restaurant, Sean was still nowhere to be seen. However, Yvette


    was unfazed. She had long gotten used to Sean’s unreliability


    “Shall I take you home, then?” Wils


    Wilson gently ruffled her hair as he spoke. His touch was intimate.


    Yvette didn’t shy away, either. She clearly didn’t mind his touch.