Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 121

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Yonas, mumbling, "Yonas likes me.

However, Yasmine leaned directly against Yonas, pointing at his face. "Huh? You're Yonas Russell! Why do you have two noses?" She tried to focus on Yonas's nose, but she could barely control her vision, feeling more and more dizzy. Eventually. she collapsed against "What did you say?" Yonas asked softlys his eyes filled with tenderness as he held her. But no matter how many times he asked, Yasmine only responded with giggles.

He had drunk quite a bit earlier too, but not as much as Yasmine He was still relatively sober. He arranged for someone to take the other three back to their rooms and decided to escort Yasmine back as well. It was already I a.m., and it was getting cold.

He helped Yasmine into the room and tucked her under the blankets. Just as he was about to leave, she grabbed his hand tightly. "Don't go, don't go..." she murmured.

Yonas's heart ached at her words, so he sat by the bed. "Okay, I'm not leaving

"Yonas, Yonas, Yonas..." she murmured, moving restlessly. Yonas tucked her in. "I'm here, what's wrong?

"I like..." Yasmine mumbled.

Yonas leaned closer to her lips. "What did you say?" At that moment, all he could hear from Yasmine's murmurs was his name, followed by "I like you. Yonas, Yonas, Yonas, I like you."

At that moment, he felt a rush of blood to his head, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Yasmine's face. Unable to control himself, he touched her cheek and asked, "Are you serious?"

Her hair was disheveled, spread across the pillow, and her slightly drunken gaze was hazy,

Yonas tried to control himself, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Get some rest.

As Yonas stood up, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his neck and pulled him down forcefully, pressing their lips together. It felt as if a jolt of electricity shot through his brain, shattering his self-control. Already struggling to maintain composure after drinking, he was now completely overwhelmed and lost all sense of reason.

With the last shred of his self-control, Yonas asked softly, "Yasmine, who am I?"

Yasmine gently whispered in his ear, "Yonas." The next moment, their passion erupted like a flood, overwhelming them both as they embraced tightly.

a familiar face still asleep beside her. She stared in shock at Yonas. The soreness

morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Yonas's face. He opened his eyes

last night left Yasmine feeling a bit dazed. She stared blankly at Yonas, noticing his long eyelashes, the

lost in thought, Yonas chuckled softly. "You're

in her daze, she understood what had happened last night Yasmine let out a scream and quickly hid under the covers. She couldn't believe that she and Yonas had... She wondered

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pulled back the covers slightly. "Now you

pulled the covers back up,

glanced at her hand, gently

pulled her

Yonas responded, "Alright."

gathered the scattered clothes, and rushed into the bathroom with a blushed

closed with a heavy thud. Yonas stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

tenderness appeared in his eyes, and a faint fragrance lingered in the room. He lay back down on the bed, the blanket still carrying

the bathroom mirror, her face flushed with embarrassinent. She tried to recall what happened

as well. "How am I supposed to explain this if Lucy and Yoselin see them? And

Yonas's eyes caught her before she could. She couldn't calm down, especially with

on her with a smile. Yasmine wanted to run, but in the

trying to escape?" he asked in a barely audible voice, laced

wondering what he was up to. She looked up suddenly and met his deep brown eyes, twinkling

happened," she blurted out, forcefully brushing off his hand and turning to leave. She straightened her back, but the sound of

a low voice, barely containing his anger. "Yasmine,

"I, 1... Yasmine stammered.

to see clearly. You know

and confusion washed over her, making her want to disappear on

her back into his arms. Yasmine didn't respond, burying her head against