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

C Chapter 167

Yonas cut a small piece of steak and put it on his plate. Then he heard her ask, "Yonas, what's going on in your mind? Don't you like Yasmine a lot? Then why do you spend so much time with Irene every day?" Although she had been in a withdrawn state recently, she still remembered certain scenes. Y**s's pupils contracted. "Yoselin, did you recognize who he is? Let's show Grandpa later. Grandpa is really worried about you." Yoselin yelled in frustration, "Yonas, did you hear me?"

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"Yoselin, grown-up matters aren't for you to understand," Yonas said seriously.

Yoselin didn't quite agree. She sat down and said to Chuck, "You go and take care of your things first." Once it was just the two of them, she asked, "Yonas, did Yasmine do something wrong?" "She didn't do anything."

"Then why are you breaking up with her?" she questioned.

Yonas shook his head, denying it. "I never said we were breaking up. I'm not going to break up with her."

Yoselin was taken aback and asked again, "Then why buy colored diamonds for other women? And why are you so close to Irene? Aren't you worried Yasmine might get jealous?"

Yasmine."

Yonas' eyes turned a bit dim. "Yoselin, don't think too much about it for now. The time isn't right yet. I won't break with

up

Yoselin looked at her brother, the once-enthusiastic man now staring back at her with exhaustion written all over his face. She suddenly felt maybe her brother had his own struggles. But what could those be? She hated seeing Yasmine like this, with hollow eyes and the clear signs of unhappiness. "But Yonas, Yasmine isn't happy at all." "I know," Yonas said as he put down the knife and fork.

Yoselin was even more confused now. Why should emotions be all about timing?

The day after Yoselin woke up, Yasmine received an email from the Dekker Competition. Her last defense had won first place, allowing her to advance.

Carter was the first to hear about it. He quickly sent three congratulatory messages to Aurelith University's faculty group. Winston was also delighted. Their school had never had a person progress in the Dekker Competition, and Yasmine had brought them immense honor. After advancing, the next round of the competition required her to go abroad. She would have to undergo a month-long closed project start-up and thesis writing. This would be a grand event in the psychology circle, and she would meet many famous psychologists there, competing on the same stage.

before haven't completely faded, she shouldn't face any

hasn't been in a good mood, so she decided to take this chance to relax in a

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supportive when he heard the news and even asked a friend

a plane ticket. There's no need for Yasmine to make any arrangements, as the Dekker staff had already

booked a chef, she realized just how in demand

the server brought her a menu showcasing the chef's specialties. She randomly selected a few dishes and glanced toward a table in the corner, separated by a divider from the main hall. That was the spot Yonas habitually sat in whenever he dined there, and the Paragon

the dishes had already been served when Yonas arrived. The waiter didn't ask too many unnecessary questions; Chuck was the

and the two seemed to be having a great time laughing together. It

ner.

her.

his eyes narrowing. "Hey, Yonas, the food's really great," he remarked

the dish

he glanced at Yonas again. He thought, He gave an exaggerated

feeling the

heat of eent.

turned too

Finally, K**s turned

Chuck quickly

around. Chu

The Paragon Hotel lobby was bustling with guests, yet the noise seemed to mute as those gentle eyes of his reflected curiosity. Just a single glance from

bringing him back to

Yasmine here; she

us for a meal?" "She's already ordered her meal. Let's not disturb her," Yonas replied in a deep voice. "Yoselin's recovery is largely thanks to Ms. Sanchez. It'd be normal to treat her to a meal, right? Or is it that Yonas doesn't like her? Why do you keep stopping me?" Irene

her? Yonas likes her?" Irene smiled faintly, loud. as if discussing something trivial, yet her eyes hinted at