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 even get a

Yasmin after hearing

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

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

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

mild. With gloves, he could peel shrimp for Yvette

Samuel

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

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

have to eat