Chapter 37

"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.

Yasmin's expression instantly darkened as she listened to their speculation. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists as she tried to hide her inner turmoil.

"You guys must have misunderstood. Mr. Quinn and Yvette don't know each other." How could Wilson possibly be with that bitch Yvette?!

Sensing Yasmin's grim expression, the group of socialites quickly agreed.

wrong person. Yvette wouldn't possibly be together

country bumpkin wouldn't even

washed over Yasmin after

her hand, vowing to seize

what Yvette liked and disliked. So today,

you have a mild- He wanted

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

this, Samuel silently

on eating as Wilson meticulously peeled shrimp for her with his gloved hands. "That's enough. You don't need to peel anymore," Yvette protested. But Wilson continued as he lifted his captivating eyes to

sound like he was feeding a pig? Yvette glanced down at her bowl filled with

tone softened as he spoke, "It's not what you're thinking. You're just too

to

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