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 be together with Mr.

That country bumpkin wouldn't even get

washed over Yasmin after

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

Wilson had learned what Yvette liked and disliked.

have a mild- He wanted to war

mild. With gloves, he could peel shrimp for

this, Samuel silently stepped

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 meet hers. "Are

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

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

to eat