Chapter 94


    Pushing open the door, Yasmin noticed ke sitting quietly on the couch. His tall figure was draped


    in a robe.


    "What are you here for?" Yasmin was so beautifully dressed that ke thought she was there to


    reconcile with him.


    Yasmin''s eyesnded on the cast on his leg. "Didn''t we agree to divorce today?"


    ke''s expression fell. "Well, you''re certainly excited."


    Yasmin was silent as she waited patiently.


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    ke chuckled self-deprecatingly and called out, "Malcolm.


    "Mr. Ford, looking for me?" Malcolm entered the room.


    ke turned his head. "Go to the closet and get me some clothes."


    "Uh, Mr. Ford, isn''t it usually Mrs. Ford who helps you with that?" Malcolm, unaware of what had


    happened between the two, scratched his head.


    "Shall I get them for you?"


    Yasmin thought she would help him onest time, but ke refused. "No need for that. Malcolm, go


    ahead."


    Malcolm reluctantly got ke his clothes.


    They were left alone in the bedroom. ke looked at her, but she remained silent.


    They were getting divorced, but Yasmin was dressed beautifully. It seemed like she couldn''t wait for


    it to happen.


    If that was the case, he''d be happy to grant her wish.


    He wanted to see what kind of life she would have after the divorce.


    Not long after, Malcolm returned with a ck suit. "Mr. Ford, will this do?"


    Yasmin looked at him and realized it was the suit she had bought for him.


    Sure enough, ke''s face turned sour at the sight of the suit. "No, it''s ugly. Get another one."


    He wanted Yasmin to hear what he said. She lowered her head and remained silent.


    Malcolm went to get another suit. It was a navy blue suit.


    ke frowned. "Malcolm, you''ve been with me for a while. Don''t you know what kind of clothes I like


    to wear?"


    "Sorry, Mr. Ford. I''m not into fashion. I don''t pay attention to your clothes..." Malcolm apologized


    nervously.


    Yasmin sighed. "Malcolm, let me go with you."


    "Do I look like I need your help?" ke red daggers at her.


    "If we keep this up, it''ll get dark soon." She went into the closet.


    ke stood outside, scowling.


    She really was in a hurry.


    Yasmin entered the closet and wanted to take ke''s usual clothes, but her hand somehownded


    on a dark gray suit. She''d never seen him wear gray before, and this might be herst chance to


    see it. For some reason, she was filled with anticipation.


    She took the gray suit.


    Malcolm stopped her. "Mrs. Ford, it seems that Mr. Ford only likes to wear ck."


    "Don''t worry," Yasmin replied as she left with the clothes in hand.


    Hearing footsteps, ke raised his head and looked at the suit Yasmin had in her arms. With a hint


    of mockery in his eyes, hemented, "Don''t you know I don''t like to wear other colors?"


    She had been dealing with his fashion sense and lifestyle for two years. She knew ke well.


    She calmly replied, "We''ve known each other for two years, and I''ve never seen you wear gray. It''s


    ourst day together. Why not give it a try?"


    ke had an unreadable expression on his face as he remained silent.


    "I''ll help you put it on. It''s ourst time. Let''s make it a dignified farewell."


    ke was silent.


    "Malcolm, you can go." Yasmin approached and undid his robe.


    He stood, revealing his perfectly proportioned body. His left leg was still in a cast, but he could walk


    now.


    "Is your foot almost healed?" Yasmin asked as she helped him into his shirt. It had been almost ten


    days since the injury.


    "It''s getting there," ke replied, peering at her.


    She didn''t look up as she concentrated on buttoning the shirt. "If you really can''t take care of


    yourself, just hire a maid to handle your daily needs. You''re the president of a listedpany. You


    should look presentable every day."