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 Although she had been in a withdrawn state recently, she still remembered certain scenes.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.

now. Although the shadows from before haven't completely faded, she shouldn't face any problems in the short

to relax in a different environment. At least she's

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the news and

Competition and a plane ticket. There's no need for Yasmine to make any arrangements, as the Dekker staff had already booked her flight and hotel. All she had to do was pack

she paid a visit to the Paragon Hotel. When she booked a chef, she realized just how in demand Chuck was. Only Yonas could

the main hall. That was the spot Yonas habitually sat in whenever he dined there, and the Paragon Hotel would always reserve it for

The waiter didn't ask too many unnecessary questions; Chuck was the

the person but couldn't ignore the presence of someone else. Irene sat down with Yonas, and the two seemed to be having a great time laughing together. It was hard for Yasmine to stomach. She picked up a piece of fish, its flavor

ner.

her.

he saw Yonas with Irene, quickly scanning the surroundings, his eyes narrowing. "Hey,

just a sore throat," he explained, quickly placing the dish in front of Irene.

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

feeling the

heat of eent.

too

Finally, K**s turned

Chuck quickly

around. Chu

to mute as those gentle eyes of his reflected curiosity. Just a single glance from him was enough to bring tears to her

back to reality. He hadn't expected come

here;

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

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