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.

probably got the wrong person. Yvette

wouldn't even get a

Yasmin

tightened her grip on the emerald pendant in her hand, vowing to seize this opportunity to get closer

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

Quinn, don't you have a mild-

mild. With gloves, he

Samuel silently

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 meet

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

read her thoughts. His tone softened as he spoke, "It's not what you're thinking. You're

have to