Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

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.

Yvette wouldn't possibly

wouldn't even get a chance to meet

washed over Yasmin after hearing

her grip on the emerald pendant in her hand, vowing

and disliked. So today, he had

frowned as he eyed the seafood restaurant warily. "Mr. Quinn, don't you have a mild- He wanted

With gloves, he could peel shrimp for Yvette without any

Samuel

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

down at her bowl filled with neatly peeled shrimp. She hadn't peeled a single one

if he could read her thoughts. His tone softened as he spoke,

have to