Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 43

Joel kicked him. “What bullshit are you talking about? This is Blake’s wife, Yasmin Starr.”

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve known better,” the man quickly apologized to Yasmin.

Yasmin smiled. “It’s alright.”

There were five other people in the room, all of them handsome.

Yasmin turned to Joel and said, “Hi there, Dr. Sawyer.”

Joel handled Yasmin’s annual health checkup, so they knew one another already.

“Yasmin, Blake,” Joel greeted. He shooed away the two people sitting in the middle of the room and let Yasmin and Blake sit down.

They had a pretty lively conversation afterward and got to know one another better.

When the waiter brought in drinks, Yasmin reached out for a glass as she was feeling thirsty. But Blake took the glass away. He said to the waiter, “Get me a glass of orange juice.”

“I want a cold drink.” Yasmin wanted to have some alcohol.

“Did you forget how you behaved yesterday after getting drunk?” Blake stared at her coldly.

Yasmin blushed somewhat upon recalling what happened yesterday.

Joel clicked his tongue. “You’ve changed, Blake. You know to care about women now.”

“She can’t drink a lot.” Blake shot Yasmin a look. Yasmin had a really low alcohol tolerance.

Yasmin was left speechless. She quietly ate some peanuts.

All of a sudden, she felt someone look at her.

Yasmin turned and saw Erik Hayes, one of Blake’s friends.

Erik had seen Yasmine two years ago during the wedding dinner. He was Blake’s best man at the time. He had never shown Yasmin so much as a smile ever since. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yasmin wondered if they had some sort of ancestral feud. Why was Erik so hostile to her?

“Why did you bring her here?” Erik asked. Sure enough, nothing good could come from him speaking about Yasmin.

Blake eyed him. “What? I can’t bring i

“I didn’t mean that, Blake.” Erik looked awkward for a moment. He just wanted to ask why Blake didn’t bring Giselle over instead.

Joel saw through Erik’s intentions and hurriedly smoothed things over. “Blake can bring whoever he wants. It’s his right, after all. Come on, drink up.”

Blake drank his beer along with everyone else in the room.

They then talked about business matters.

Yasmin was bored. She didn’t want the juice the waiter had brought in. She sneakily reached out to grab a glass of beer.

Blake was in the midst of drinking from his own glass when he stopped Yasmin’s hand, tucking it in his palm.

Yasmin turned to find him looking at her. His gaze was pressuring.

“Did I say you could drink alcohol?”

“I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” What right did Blake have to control what she did? She didn’t want to drink the juice regardless.

“I said, no drinking.” Blake had a stern expression on his face.

“I also said I’d never listen to your instructions again.” Yasmin persisted in getting the glass

of beer.

Blake dragged her into his arms and warned, “Keep on misbehaving and see how I teach you a lesson later tonight.”

His “lesson” was no normal lesson.

Yasmin blushed.

Blake then said hoarsely in her ear, “I didn’t have my fill of you last night. If you drink now, you’ll have to take

it all later.”

Yasmin was left speechless.

“Hey, Blake! You can’t treat women like that. Let Yasmin go.” Joel got up to separate Yasmin and Blake, thinking Blake was reprimanding her.

Blake let go of Yasmin and said nonchalantly, “Disobedient women need disciplining.”

Yasmin’s face might as well be bleeding from her pores.

No one else understood what Blake’s “disciplining” meant save for her. She didn’t dare speak nor look at Blake anymore when she thought about all the things he did to her in bed. She then quietly sipped her orange juice.