Chapter 8


    Chapter 8


    Yasmin felt that Giselle was only saying these things to ke, so she didn’t respond. Sure enough,


    ke saidfortingly, “It’s been hard on you over the years.”


    “It was nothing.” Giselle smiled and turned the turntable, bringing the sd bowl to a stop before


    her. She put some of it on ke’s te. “You can’t keep s kip p ing your greens like this, ke.


    There’s a vinaigrette on it. I’m sure it tastes great. Here, try some.’


    ke nced at Yasmin. She was eating her breakfast calmly. She didn’t seem to be bothered by


    their interactions.


    “Okay.” ke ate some sd.


    A trace of mockery flitted past Yasmin’s eyes. She distinctly remembered him being germaphobic.


    In the past, to make him eat his greens, she would get up early to make him vegetable rolls. She


    would say with a bright smile, “Have some vegetable rolls before you leave, Mr. B.


    “I got up early to make these for you, you know! There are vegetables inside, but there’s also


    salmon. It tastes really good. You have to have at least one.”


    But ke would always give her a scornful look and say, “I never eat food that someone else


    has touched.”


    Today, however, he’d eaten the sd Giselle had gotten him. Yasmin guessed that perhaps his


    germaphobia was only targeted at her. Her expression became wooden at this thought.


    On the other end of the table, ke ate his breakfast at a leisurely pace. He looked charming.


    Giselle watched him with her head propped up on one hand. She smiled and asked, “How does it


    taste?”


    “Not too bad.” ke nodded.


    She was happy to hear that. “I knew you’d like it. Back in our school days, you wouldn’t touch


    anything green during lunch. Even then, I could tell you didn’t like vegetables.”


    ke smiled faintly. “You have a pretty good memory.”


    “Of course! I remember everything regardless of how much time has passed, including how proud


    and charismatic you were whenever you epted whatever prize you’d won. Every girl in schoolThis is from N?velDrama.Org.


    admired you. Several girls in our ss alone had crushes on you. Everyone loved talking about


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    ke’s smile widened. “That’s a little bit of an exaggeration if I’ve ever heard one.”


    “It’s not! You have no idea how many people had crushes on you! That’s why my mom said I have


    good taste.” She was insinuating that she had a good taste for falling for him.


    Yasmin sneered to herself. And ke had insisted Giselle wasn’t his mistress. She was already


    confessing her feelings for him!


    Meanwhile, ke sipped his coffee while ncing at Yasmin. He didn’t say anything.


    When Giselle didn’t receive a response, she turned to look at Yasmin, who was eating quietly. She


    said awkwardly, “Sorry about this, Yasmin. ke and I have known each other for so many years


    that we can’t help reminiscing whenever we see each other.”


    “Oh.” Yasmin smiled perfunctorily. What did it have to do with her?


    However, Giselle didn’t seem to want to let her off the h o ok. She kept recounting her and ke’s


    past. It was all the same, really. They’d grown up together and had a strong foundation. She was


    this close to grouching about ke’s grandfather, Arthur Ford, for tearing them apart.


    So, Arthur was the one who hadn’t wanted them together.


    Yasmin wasn’t interested. She gave ke a look, hoping he would stop Giselle from continuing. He


    didn’t seem to notice this, though. He ate leisurely, looking like he was even enjoying the situation.


    Was he savoring Giselle’s admiration for him?


    Yasmin snorted to herself. What a shameless ba sta rd! Even if he wanted to enjoy this, couldn’t he


    do it somewhere else? She wasn’t interested in watching them act all lovey- dovey. They made her


    stomach turn!


    Suddenly, Giselle asked, “You like ke, don’t you, Yasmin?”