Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 138

"But Grandpa, won't you stay a few more days?" Yasmin asked.

"Nah, I'm old and picky about my bed. I can't sleep well here," Arthur said as he completed his workout with a cool-down exercise.

After he was done, Yasmin helped him to the dining room for breakfast.

Blake came down soon after. He looked gloomy as he sat at the table and greeted, "Grandpa."

"Why do you look so angry?" Arthur noticed Blake's frustrated expression and raised an eyebrow. "Did things not go well last night?"

At this, Yasmin almost spit out her porridge.

Blake glanced at her coldly and said, "No."

Then, he served some food to Arthur.

Then, Arthur asked, "So, why the long face then?"

"It's nothing."

Blake didn't want to talk anymore, so he simply ate his breakfast silently.

Yasmin couldn't figure out why Blake was upset as well.

So, she also quietly ate her food and stayed silent.

After breakfast, they stood at the door as they prepared to send Arthur off.

Just then, as Yasmin was turning to get into the Porsche, Blake said coldly, "Come up here."

"What's up?" Yasmin looked at him in confusion.

"What am I wearing?" Blake glared at her unhappily.

Yasmin looked at Blake and noticed that he was still in his pajamas.

Then, it clicked in her mind that she'd forgotten to get him his clothes.

Realizing her mistake, Yasmin turned back and said, "I forgot about that. I'll go get them for you now."

Yasmin then went upstairs and entered the room.

But as soon as she did, she heard the door lock behind her.

Startled, Yasmin turned around to see Blake's tall figure approaching her.

Then, he kissed her without saying a word.

Yasmin mumbled a few protests and struggled to breathe, saying, "Blake, what are you doing?"

But Blake didn't respond and simply pressed Yasmin against the floor-to-ceiling window, kissing her intensely until she was breathless.

Yasmin was starting to truly get scared, so she pushed him away and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

But Blake continued kissing her desperately, and in the struggle, Yasmin's dress tore. But regardless of this, Blake continued holding her tightly.

At this moment, he was like a wild beast.

Yasmin's dress was in disarray, and she was pressed up against the window in distress.

"Blake, what are you trying to do?" Her voice trembled with fear.

"Help me out," Blake said, his handsome face darkening.

His shower in the morning hadn't helped at all. He wanted Yasmin, and both his mind and body were beyond control now.

Yasmin was frightened when she understood his intention. So, she kept trying to move back, saying, "No, we can't."

"You teased me this morning," Blake said as he pulled her back.

Then, when Yasmin resisted, he spanked her and said, "Be good."

"I said no!" Yasmin refused.

But Blake didn't listen at all.

His well-defined hands continued caressing her delicate waist, and his handsome face was covered with a dangerously charming vibe.

Yasmin was now totally under his control.

She felt humiliated and couldn't help but cry out, "Don't..."

They were already divorced. She didn't want to be his sexual outlet anymore!

But she couldn't break free from Blake and was only able to cry through her clenched teeth.

When Blake heard her cries, his handsome face grew darker. "Does it hurt that much when I touch you?"

"I just don't want it!" Yasmin's tears fell even harder, her distress reaching its peak.

Blake felt on edge from Yasmin's crying.

He felt terrible and was unable to stand her tears any longer.

After a moment of silence, he closed his eyes and said, "Okay, stop crying."

His voice became deep, and he sounded like he was trying to comfort her. "I won't touch you. Stop crying."

But Yasmin's crying didn't stop. On the contrary, it only became even more intense.