Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 83

Ivan asked, “Yasmin, was everything okay after you went back yesterday? Did you get hurt?”

“No, I didn’t. It was Blake who got injured. I’m fine.

“Okay.”

Since Blake was the one injured, Ivan did not need to care much.

He paused and said, “Regarding the collaboration we discussed earlier, have you thought

about it?”

“I think we can proceed,” Yasmin replied with a smile. “I’ve been drawing at home lately. Once I finish, I’ll contact you, and then we can discuss details.”

“Great!” Ivan did not want to pressure her too much as long as things were progressing. After a few more words, he hung up.

Yasmin put away her phone with a faint smile on her face.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, Blake called out, “Yasmin.”

She turned around to find his tense face staring back at her.

From the bed, he asked, “Are you really going to collaborate with Ivan?”

Yasmin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“So, you don’t find anything wrong?” he asked with a displeased expression, looking extremely unhappy.

“What’s the problem? NAS Group is an internationally renowned luxury brand, and I’m running a small studio. What could they gain from deceiving me?”

“In any case, something’s not right.”

Frowning slightly, Yasmin thought for a moment before saying softly, “Initially, I felt the same way, but after interacting with Ivan for a few days, I find him to be a very upright. person.”

Upon hearing her praise another man, Blake’s expression became even colder.

Ignoring it, she turned to leave.

Annoyed, he grabbed her wrist, and in an instant, she landed against his strong and sturdy

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chest.

Yasmin gasped in surprise and tried to get up. But he held her down.

“Come here.”

“If you

have something to say, just say it. Why must you pull me?”

She did not want to stay in his embrace. It was too ambiguous.

“My leg hurts,” he suddenly said.

Yasmin was shocked, so she dared not move and obediently stayed in his arms. With

widened eyes, she looked at him and asked with concern, “Did I accidentally bump into your injured leg?”

“Yeah,” Blake replied with a straight face.

“Does it hurt?”

“What do you think?”

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“Should I call Dr. Sawyer to come over?”

“He’ll come over in a while.”

Blake persisted in refusing to let her go. Amidst the subtle warmth radiating from his chest, Yasmin blushed ever so slightly. She carefully tried to get up, but her efforts were thwarted as he once again seized her hand.

She looked up, locking eyes with his intense gaze.

“What are you doing? You’re injured, and I’m pressing on you. Doesn’t it hurt even more?”

“I have something to say,” he said, staring earnestly at her.

Yasmin could only stay still, nestled in his arms. “Go ahead,” she said softly.

“Don’t have any contact with Ivan.”

“Why?”

“I have a feeling that his intentions are impure.”

“But the opportunity he’s giving me might be the only chance for me to become famous in my lifetime.”

Blake glanced at her coldly and asked, “What if it’s a scam?”

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Yasmin remained silent.

In a deep voice, he asked further, “What if it’s a scam, and you end up with a huge debt? Would you be able to handle it then?”

She still did not speak.

With eyes on her, he suddenly softened his tone, saying, “Do you have to be a designer? Can’t you just stay at home?”

Yasmin glared at him and said, “Haven’t you seen my work? Do you really think that I’m that worthless?”

It was Blake’s turn to be silent. After a moment, he spoke. “How about we wait for another two years? By then, I’ll help you to become an international designer.”

Stunned, she mused, “Why? Doesn’t he hate me? Why would he want to help me?”