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A Rose 265
Wilson’s gaze grew even more tender and affectionate, his deep, magnetic voice gently coaxing Yvette.
“Once Grandma is discharged and I break off the engagement with the Murrays, I’ll come to your home to propose, alright?”
He was eager to officially have Yvette by his side so he wouldn’t have to worry about her being taken away by someone else.
“Hmm?” Hearing this, Yvette couldn’t help but frown.
Breaking off the engagement and then coming to her house to propose?
That was quite something! But if he did that, Yvette’s parents would probably throw him out!
Seeing Yvette frown, Wilson’s heart tightened, a rare panic flickering in his deep, dark eyes. “Yvie, you don’t want that?” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
Yvette nodded, “That’s right, I don’t.”
She certainly didn’t want to see him getting thrown out by her parents.
“Ms. Yvette, you’ve worked hard treating Mrs. Quinn Senior. I brought a variety of drinks for you. Please, help yourself to whichever you like,” Samuel said, hurrying over with an assortment of drinks, snacks, and pastries, his face full of eager anticipation.
If he could win over Yvette, he could avoid being sent to Wakara!
With this thought in mind, he became even more attentive. “Ms. Yvette, treating Mrs. Quinn Senior must have been exhausting. I also brought plenty of snacks and pastries. Please, have some to keep your strength up!”
Feeling the pangs of hunger, Yvette accepted the pastries with a polite smile and thanked him, “Mr. Jackson, thank you.”
“No need to thank me! Ms. Yvette, as long as you’re enjoying them!”
Just as Yvette began to eat a pastry, she received a message from Jake.
Jake: “Boss, we’ve received the 500 million dollars.”
Jake: “Yasmin Murray is pushing us to capture you quickly. She’s getting really anxious.”
As she read the messages, Yvette’s eyes turned cold, with a hint of murderous intent flashing before them. Her fingers moved swiftly as she typed a reply.
Yvette: “Proceed with the original plan. I’ll be there shortly.”
Jake quickly responded, “Understood, Boss.”
Yvette put her phone away and turned to Samuel. “I have to go now, Mr. Jackson. Thank you for the pastries.
As he watched Yvette leave, Wilson’s expression darkened. He was tempted to stop her and demand an explanation for her reluctance to accept his proposal. However, knowing Yvette’s temperament, he understood that forcing her to stay would only infuriate her.
Meanwhile, Samuel stood nearby, smiling brightly. It seemed Yvette liked the pastries he’d bought. He thought that if he could ask her for help tomorrow, he might avoid being sent to Wakara after all!
He prided himself on being clever!
But before Samuel could fully savor his triumph, Wilson’s icy, menacing gaze fixed on him, unleashing a wave of anger that sent a shiver of fear down Samuel’s spine.
“You’ve been quite attentive today. Are you also trying to steal Yvie away from me?”
Samuel was so frightened that his legs almost gave out, and he quickly shook his head frantically. “No, no, Mr. Quinn, you’ve misunderstood… I wouldn’t dare try to steal Ms. Yvette from you…”
Wilson, showing no patience for explanations, his strikingly handsome face contorted with anger. Tonight, you’re going to Wakara.”
“Mr. Quinn, please, no…”
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