Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

A Rose 346

Yvette was used to his attentiveness by now. She raised her beautiful fox–like eyes to look at him. “Why are you here?” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She had texted him, asking him not to come. If Jacob saw them together, there would surely be another argument. The image of that hypothetical scene made her rub her temples in frustration.

Wilson looked at her intently. His deep, magnetic voice carried a tone that was both bewitching and seductive. “I came to pick my fiancée up from class.”

Ever since he found out that he was her fiancé, he seemed eager to announce it to the world.

Yvette pursed her lips helplessly. “My brother is coming to pick me up today. Aren’t you afraid he’ll beat you up again?”

“Are you worried about me?” His smile deepened as he lovingly stroked her wrist.

Then, he added, “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

Upon hearing the word “fiancée“, Nancy finally snapped out of her thoughts. Still, she was stunned again by Wilson’s tender demeanor.

She couldn’t believe the gentle and doting man before her was the Wilson everyone in Jubilife City feared.

“Holy crap! Yvie, you actually landed Wilson Quinn!” After returning to her senses, Nancy looked at Yvette with admiration.

Despite being spoiled by her father, Nancy had always been warned not to offend Wilson. That just showed how formidable he was. Yet now, Yvette had him wrapped around her little finger.

She was utterly impressed by Yvette.

“Hi, I’m Yvie’s fiancé,” Wilson introduced himself. His powerful presence was evident even in his polite greeting.

Nancy rolled her eyes at his emphasis on “fiancé“. Well aware of Yvette and Wilson’s engagement, she didn’t need further reminders from him.

“Yvie, come here,” a voice said from a distance.

As soon as Jacob exited his car and witnessed the scene, his composed expression turned grim.

He was delayed for just a moment, but Wilson had already swooped in on Yvette.

“Come over here. Let’s go home,” Jacob spoke again.

At the sight of Jacob, Nancy’s eyes lit up. She instantly adopted a more ladylike demeanor. “Yvie, Jacob is calling for you. Let’s go to him!”

Yvette didn’t move but instead glanced at Wilson.

In the face of Jacob’s icy glare, Wilson let go of Yvette’s hand and gently ruffled her hair. His deep and magnetic voice was filled with tenderness as he said, Go ahead, don’t keep Jacob waiting. I’ll be fine on my own.”

Seeing the affection in Wilson’s gaze, Yvette felt a flutter in her heart. She whispered to Nancy, “Nancy, keep Jacob occupied for a bit.”

“What? You want me to keep Jacob occupied-”

Before Nancy could react, Yvette grabbed Wilson’s hand and led hirn toward his black Maybach.