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

Chapter 277

The next second. Yasmine pulled her hand back like she'd touched something hot. "Are

you the big bad guy?"

"Big bad guy?" Yonas frowned slightly, realizing she was probably referring to him. He sighed and replied indulgently, "Yes. I'm the big bad guy, and I've come to take you home." "No, there's no home," she mumbled.

Yonas's gaze softened as he gently said, "Yasmine, there is."

"You big jerk, don't bother with me. Go take care of Ms. White, Yasmine murmured. She wasn't even sure what she was saying, half-closing her eyes and speaking intermittently. Yonas realized she was drunk and quickly helped her up. "I'll take you home," he said.

Yasmine was dragged out of the bar by him, but when Yonas tried to get her into the backseat, she refused. She stubbornly resisted, plopping down on the ground with tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Yonas, feeling wronged.

At that moment, Yonas's heart melted. He helped Yasmine up, saying, "We won't take a car then. It's not far to your place, how about we just walk back?" His voice was gentle and slow because he was speaking to Yasmine.

Even though Silver Grove was the busiest street, at two in the morning it was deserted, with yellow streetlights casting lonely shadows.

Tm a little painter, painting all around... You hurt me, then just walked away with a smile..." Yasmine held Yonas's hand, struggling to stand, singing a song. As she sang, she burst into wild laughter. "You big jerk, Yonas. You like Irene, don't you? you like her so much, why do you keep coming to me again and again!" Yasmine asked loudly.

"Yasmine, I don't like her, Yonas replied.

Yasmine immediately pouted, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Yonas. "Liar, I heard everything you said at the bar. You like her, not me." In this moment, Yasmine seemed like an immature girl, a side she had never shown before.

Yonas was stunned by Yasmine's words, realizing that she had been at the bar the whole time. His eyes showed a flash of panic, thankful that Yasmine wasn't in a clear state now. He gently took her hand and said, "Yasmine, there are some things can't tell you right now, but please trust me."

Yasmine held onto his arm, sobbing, "Was everything before just a lie? If you don't love me, then why did you risk your life crashing into that car that was about to hit me? I don't believe it!

Yonas didn't answer, he felt both pain and guilt. He wanted to explain everything to Yasmine, but the words were stuck in his throat like a hump he couldn't swallow down. He couldn't bear to see Yasmine like this, her eyes filled with something that a sober Yasmine never possessed.

"It's so cold, Yonas, I'm so cold!" she cried out, hugging her shoulders as she shivered.

pure sorrow,

Yonas quickly took off his jacket and draped it over her. "Yasmine, are you still cold?" The jacket, still warm from Yonas, seemed to calm Yasmine's anxious expression as she caught the familiar scent. The subtle cedar aroma was uniquely Yonas's.

"La la la..." Yasmine swung Yonas's hand back and forth, just like a kid being picked up from school, except it was two in the morning

On the bridge, the sea breeze caressed Yasmine's cheeks. She had drunk a lot and was dizzy, but she held tightly onto the man beside her. "Yonas, my leg hurts so much."

Yonas's pupils suddenly shrunk as if he remembered something, and he glanced at Yasmine's leg. "Why does it hurt?" He forced a grin that looked more like a grimace.

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unconsciously streamed down Yasmine's face as she clutched her thigh with her right hand. Yonas remembered the scar at that exact spot. People often speak their inner thoughts when unconscious, bringing up the most buried, painful memories. They would never usually talk about them, but when drunk, it slips out. Yonas was terrified that digging up those painful memories from the depths of Yasmine's mind would reveal everything she didn't want to know. How would she

her head. "I can't trust you

home. I want to sleep. She said as she began to slowly close her eyes, making as if to

stand up again, so Yonas had no choice but to carry

only mine before, but now

walked step by step, feeling the dampness

but there was no

give what was mine to her too?" she murmured

right yet. Something he'd been

a few more unclear sentences, Yonas only caught that one.

with his beloved girl questioning him on his back, "Why do you give what was mine to her too?" When they arrived

furrowed his brows. He didn't like seeing Yonas and Yasmine

to find Yasmine. After pondering for a moment, he simply said, "Yasmine and Lucy went to the bar to relax. When my

you to a meal another day. Right

"Mr. Sanchez, please don't tell her that

quite understand what he meant, but

Irene angrily threw the soup that can help with hangover relief

you've drunk so much alcohol, you really should have some soup that can help with

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pulled her hand back like she'd touched something hot. 'Are you

replied indulgently, "Yes, I'm the big bad guy, and

as he

me. Go take care of Ms. White, Yasmine murmured. She wasn't even sure what she

realized she was drunk and quickly helped her up.

bar by him, but when Yonas tried to get her into the backseat, she refused. She stubbornly resisted, plopping down on the ground with tears welling

a car then. It's not far to your place.

though Silver Grove was the busiest street, at two in the morning it was deserted, with yellow streetlights casting

to stand, singing a song. As she sang, she burst into wild laughter. "You big jerk, Yonas. You like Irene, don't you? you like her so much, why do you keep coming to me again and again?" Yasmine

like her."

I heard everything you said at the bar. You like her, not me." In this moment,

whole time. His eyes showed a flash of panic, thankful that Yasmine wasn't in a clear state now. He gently took her hand and said, "Yasmine, there

sobbing. "Was everything before just lie? If you don't love me, then why did you risk your life crashing into that car that was about

guilt. He wanted to explain everything to Yasmine, but the words were stuck in his throat like a lump he couldn't swallow down. He couldn't bear to see Yasmine like this, her eyes

I'm so cold!" she