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 possibly be together

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

over Yasmin

in her hand, vowing to seize

learned what Yvette liked and disliked. So today, he

a mild-

Wilson said. His seafood allergy was mild. With

this, Samuel silently

Yvette only had to focus 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

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

her thoughts. His tone softened as he spoke, "It's

have to