Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Wilson slowly approached her and noticed her bad mood. Putting on a serious face, he held her hand. “Who upset you, Yvie?”

Yvette seemed to be fine before.

She refused to bring up the drama on campus and shook her head at him. “Everything’s fine.”

Yvette decided to let the incident slide for Yara’s sake, but she wouldn’t tolerate Yasmin’s future misbehavior. If Yasmin failed to behave, she would teach her a good lesson.

Since Yvette refused to elaborate, Wilson didn’t press on. He gently asked, “Shall I send you home?”

She answered casually, “I’m going to your place.” Knowing Yasmin must have been throwing a fit at home, she wouldn’t want to go home to

the drama

Wilson clenched his jaw in agitation when she delivered the suggestive remark in a flat tone. A playful, seductive look flashed across his eyes.

He wondered if Yvette even heard herself. Did she think Wilson was a gentleman? He had been yearning to make her his woman.

Noticing his lack of reply, she looked up at him and adorably wrinkled her nose. “Why? Do you not want me at your place?” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“No. That’s not it.” He bent over and closed in on her. Narrowing his eyes, he looked as beguiling g as a siren. “But won’t your fiancé be angry if you come home with me?”

She thought, “Tsk, how double–faced of him! Where did he leam it from?”

Looking helpless, she was nonetheless cheered up. She cheekily fluttered her lashes at him. “Alright, then. I’ll go to my fiancé’s instead.”

With that, she turned to leave, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him. He whispered in her ear, a dangerous edge in his tone,” Are you doing this on purpose? Trying to drive me mad?”

A smile flashed across her face. She gave him a look so innocent that it was impossible to raise his voice at her.

Wilson sighed in defeat and pulled her into a tight hug. He growled at her, “Do not go to your fiance!”

She smiled again when she heard that. Wilson probably was the only man who was unwittingly jealous of himself!

Half an hour later, Wilson’s black Maybach arrived at the entrance of the villa. Yvette was no stranger to his place.

His maids had recovered from their initial shock and adjusted to her presence, though they cast a rather accusatory look at Wilson for being thoughtless. He shouldn’t have gotten involved with a woman as young as Yvette.

Still, they kept their thoughts to themselves.

Yvette picked up Ashton’s incoming call.

“Yvie, when are you coming home? Do you want me to pick you up?” he asked gently,

Yvette pursed her lips before admitting truthfully, “I’m staying out tonight.”

Hearing that, Ashton worriedly questioned, “Yvie, why aren’t you coming home? Are you still angry about today?”