Rose with Thorns

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“You guys, look over there! It’s Mr. Quinn! Wait, who’s that woman beside him? Her figure looks so familiar…”

as they watched Wilson and

whispers among the socialites grew as

“Yeah, you’re right. She kind of looks like Yvette e from behind.” The wh from a distance.

darkened as she listened to their speculation. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists as she tried to

guys must have misunderstood. Mr. Quinn and Yvette don’t know each other.” How could Wilson possibly be

Yasmin’s grim expression, the

wrong person. Yvette wouldn’t possibly

That country bumpkin wouldn’t even get a chance to meet

over Yasmin after hearing

her grip on the emerald pendant in her hand, vowing to seize this

their last meal together, Wilson had learned what Yvette liked and disliked. So today, he had chosen a seafood restaurant,

a mild- He wanted to war Wilson about his allergies,

allergy was mild. With gloves, he could peel shrimp for Yvette without any

this, Samuel

focus on eating as Wilson meticulously peeled shrimp for her with his gloved hands. “That’s enough. You don’t need to peel anymore,”

continued as he lifted his captivating eyes to meet

sound like he was feeding a pig? Yvette glanced down at her bowl filled with neatly peeled shrimp. She hadn’t peeled a single

could read her thoughts. His tone softened as he spoke, “It’s not what you’re thinking. You’re just

to

could weap his hand around her slim waist

Was she really that thin? She had filled out all the places she