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

Chapter 274

Just as Yonas finished all his tasks and was driving home, Irene's call came in. His hand paused over the answer button, but he didn't press it right away.

"Yonas, Irene likes you. You should see that. She came back to the country just for you," said William with a hypocritical smile.

"Yonas, what's the deal between you and Ms. Sanchez?" The face was calm and gentle, yet in the eyes lay a cruel and intense coldness.

Behind him, Nathan gave his reminder, "You're responsible for the White family's matters, and if William approaches me, I won't refuse. But how to decide is up to you."

He seemed to hear Yoselin say, "Yonas, you can't give up on Yasmine! Didn't you say you'd marry her and we'll be a family?"

"Stop talking!" Yonas silenced all the voices in his head with a solemn countenance, leaving only the sound of the ringing phone in the empty car.

"Yonas, make sure to eat well," his gentle mother had met her tragic end in her favorite elegant garden.

Yonas's fingers trembled slightly as he answered Irene's call. He suppressed the unavoidable coldness in his voice, "What's up?" His fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel. Irene spoke with a sob in her voice, "Yonas, come save me quickly, I'm drunk at the Inkwell Bar."

Before he could respond, Irene hung up. In the rearview mirror, Yonas's face was chiseled, his eyes filled with hate. He stepped on the gas, heading towards the Inkwell Bar.

The bartender placed a Stellar Swirl in front of Yasmine, joining several other drinks on the table that he had mixed earlier. Yet, the lady merely sipped each one and put them down.

"Another one," Yasmine set the glass down. The Stellar Swirl shimmered under the lights, glowing a bright blue. But it felt like something was missing. Was it the aroma of Cabernet Sauvignon, or was it something else?

The bartender didn't refuse; after all, the money wasn't going anywhere.

people in the bar and unexpectedly spotted a familiar face in the corner. What was she doing here? Irene actually showed up at the bar, and surprisingly, there were several empty glasses in front of her. She downed them one after another, not drinking but rather repeating some meaningless mechanical

do? There are about seven or eight glasses. Even though these cocktails aren't as strong as regular wine, drinking so many in

of people. Irene, with her exquisite beauty and noble allure, looked particularly captivating, especially with the slight flush of intoxication on her cheeks. Yasmine noticed several men eyeing

she noticed someone else had already reached Irene's side, and his expression wasn't pleased at

as he

warned off the men who had been trying to get closer, protecting Irene with an authoritative stance. The men quickly dispersed, acting as

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to pick me

on the table, frowned, and asked, "Why did you drink

you like Yasmine, not me. They also claim that I disrupted your happiness with her by coming back to the country. Yonas, is that really true?" Irene asked, a bit sadly, as

Guys, let's

a constant assault on Yasmine's ears. She leaned against the restroom door, a spot where she was perfectly concealed yet could clearly

Irene clung to him persistently. "Tell me, Yonas! Quickly, let me know if it's true or not!" Her tone hinted

had been muted. The once rowdy noise vanished like the wind

say you prefer Yasmine over me and that my return disrupted your happiness. Is that

"It's not!" Yonas said.

violently. The planning document before the land auction, that shocking

overpass,

heart. Could it all be fake? By denying it, is he saying

moment, she really wanted to ask Yonas directly. If everything in the past was fake, then why did he throw himself in front of the car that was meant

for that blurry figure at West Sanctuary Gardens, who told her that everything