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.

person. Yvette wouldn't

That country bumpkin wouldn't even

over Yasmin

in her hand, vowing to seize this opportunity to

Wilson had learned what Yvette liked and disliked. So today,

Quinn, don't you have a mild- He wanted to war Wilson about his allergies, but Wilson

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

this, Samuel silently stepped

as Wilson meticulously peeled shrimp for her with his gloved hands. "That's enough. You

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

deepened as if he could read her thoughts. His tone softened as he spoke, "It's not what

to eat