After what felt like an eternity of chatting and laughter, the group had indulged in quite a few drinks.

Derek, ever the cautious one, had managed to hold back, but even he felt like he was floating on his way out.

Yasmine, who had never been one to hold her liquor, had craftily dodged a few rounds, but still ended up in a dizzy whirl.

And Nick, he was utterly plastered.

Yasmine instructed Derek to help Nick, directing them straight to the hotel. Whether Nick was a lightweight or not was beside the point. Relationships needed to be cemented. The suite at the hotel was her way of showing goodwill.

People said Nick was easily swayed, and that was largely true. Get on his good side, and he was putty in your hands. That was something worth praising, after all.d2

No matter how domineering his mother was, the family business was eventually going to be his.

On the way to the hotel, whether it was the drinks or motion sickness, Yasmine felt nauseous. As soon as they arrived, she dashed out of the car and bent over at the roadside to vomit.

“You okay?” Derek asked, pulling Nick out of the car and looking helplessly between him and Yasmine.

Yasmine waved him off, “Go on in. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Derek suggested, “You know, you might as well not go back tonight. Let’s just get a couple more rooms and stay here.”

“Sure.” Yasmine agreed, feeling like she couldn’t take much more. Alcohol really wasn’t her friend.

After purging what she could, Yasmine straightened up, wiped her mouth, and walked into the hotel lobby. She asked the front desk for a glass of water, rinsed her mouth, and then collapsed onto a table in the lobby’s sitting area. Her head was pounding, and she dreaded standing up, fearing the world would spin out of control.

When Boyd returned to the hotel and saw a familiar figure slumped over a table in the lounge, he staggered over. He knew her too well. Touching her flushed face, he softly called, “Yasmine…”

The receptionist handed Boyd his ID with a suspicious glance at the scene unfolding before them. “Do you know her, sir?”

Boyd smiled faintly, “Yes, she’s… she’s my girlfriend, and the mother of my child.”

The receptionist looked doubtfully at the pair of young adults before her. After Boyd picked Yasmine up in his arms.

to glance

“Yeah… it’s me…”

since she called him by his name. Boyd couldn’t help but kiss her forehead

seeing the ID matched the name Yasmine

resisted Boyd’s embrace, but her strength

held her closer, kissing

can’t leave me. Don’t be mad anymore. You can

a surge of anger and pushed harder

his body against hers, sealing her lips with a kiss. No matter how she

was all too familiar territory for both of them, a kind of automatic ignition when they were together, each

Yasmine was painfully aware of what had transpired.

time he stopped her in his own way. She felt as

finally over, the dawn was breaking. Pushing away the sleeping man, Yasmine got out of bed, found her clothes, and dressed shakily. Her

Serana standing in the hallway. Serana’s smile, tinged with surprise, froze when she saw Yasmine. “What are you

eyes briefly swept over Serana’s slightly protruding belly. “Is this hotel

miserable and not in the mood for conversation, simply walked past, her

blinked, diverting her

him?” Serana suddenly

fixed on the empty corridor ahead, then slowly turned around. Her casual smile carried

into his past, and it led them to me. If I’m not mistaken, that person is Boyd’s biological brother. He’s determined to take Boyd back to B Country. I believe Boyd has met him. I think going back would be best for

looked at her

he can’t let go of you. Either forgive him and go to B Country with him, or if you can’t forgive him, don’t give him hope.

staring at the carpet for a long

Boyd hadn’t shown his face to her again. If it weren’t for that detective digging around and finding her, she was certain that Boyd would’ve quietly slipped away with him and not even

me make one thing crystal clear—I will never forgive him. Never. You want to be with him? Fine, be with him. But Serana, just know this: happiness

he’ll never have the chance to have his own kids with another woman. How could he? He’s taken that right away from me. How could he even think about being a dad again after what he’s done? And then there’s the thought of facing your kid—what’s going to go through

color, and her

so worked up, Serana. I’m just stating the facts. Honestly, who’s got it worse in this

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