Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

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“Yvie…” Jacob called out. His expression darkened further as he started striding toward them.

Nancy finally understood Yvette’s request. With a conflicted look, she finally mustered the courage to throw herself into Jacob’s arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist like glue.

For Yvie, she was willing to go all out!

“Jacob, I’m having a stomachache…”

Nancy clung tightly to Jacob’s waist, preventing him from going after them. He could only watch as the black Maybach drove away.

Jacob resentfully attributed all this to Wilson. He believed that Wilson used some sort of trick to persuade Yvette to follow him.

“They’re gone now. You can let go.” Hearing his voice from above, Nancy reluctantly loosened her grip and cautiously glanced at Jacob’s face.

Seeing him rub his temples in frustration, she silently mourned the destruction of her well– maintained ladylike image in his eyes.

She reckoned he would definitely hate her for this.

“Jacob, I’m sorry…” Nancy apologized dejectedly with her head lowered.

Jacob had already calmed down as he gently ruffled her hair. Despite the helplessness in his tone, it carried a hint of affection that he hadn’t noticed himself.

“Next time, don’t join in Yvie’s mischief.”

Inside the car, Wilson said, “I didn’t expect you to miss me so much that you’d risk making Jacob angry just to come with me.”

Wilson held Yvie in his arms while playing with her fingers. He smiled enchantingly as he spoke in a faux distressed tone. “What should I do, baby? I’m sure Jacob will hate me even more now.”

Samuel was certain that Wilson was pretending to be aggrieved. If Jacob had heard him, he would’ve struck him with a few raging punches. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He observed everything from the rearview mirror and inwardly remarked on the irony. Wilson definitely deserved the beating!

Upon hearing Wilson’s tone, Yvette lazily raised her arched eyebrows and pouted slightly. “I’m not going with you. Grandma is being discharged from the hospital today. If I don’t visit her, she’ll be upset.”

“How can my fiancée be so adorable even when she’s being haughty?” Wilson wondered and chuckled.

He had no choice but to softly agree with her. “Alright, whatever my fiancée says.”

Yvette raised her fox–like eyes and threw him a cold glance. “What fiancée? I remember you insisting on breaking off the engagement. Where do you get the idea of having a fiancée?”

As soon as she said this, the car fell into a deathly silence.

While driving, Samuel struggled to hold back his laughter. With Yvette hitting the nail on the head, he was interested in Wilson’s reaction.

“Yvie, don’t ever mention that again,” Wilson protested.

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He tightened his grip on Yvette’s waist and showed a rare hint of frustration. In the next second, he pulled Yvette close as if trying to melt her into his bones,

“You’re my fiancée. This engagement was arranged from the moment you were born!” Sensing his unease, Yvette reached out to hug his slim waist,

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