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.

got the wrong person. Yvette wouldn't possibly

That country bumpkin wouldn't even get a chance

washed over Yasmin after hearing their

emerald pendant in her hand, vowing to

Yvette liked and disliked. So today,

restaurant warily. "Mr. Quinn, don't you have a mild- He wanted to war Wilson about his allergies, but Wilson

was mild. With gloves, he could

Samuel silently stepped

all the dishes were served. 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 Wilson continued as he lifted his captivating eyes to

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

His tone softened as he spoke, "It's not what you're

to