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.

furrowed her brows and lifted her gaze to glance at him,

“Yeah… it’s me…”

she called him by his name. Boyd

the ID matched the name Yasmine had murmured,

but her strength was

held her closer, kissing her

be mad anymore. You can hit

anger and

sealing her lips with a kiss. No matter

both of them, a kind of automatic

the third time, Yasmine was painfully aware of what had transpired. Boyd

his own way. She felt as if she were being pulled into another world, sinking and then

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

Boyd with an expressionless face and left the room. As she opened the door, she came face-to-face with Serana standing in the hallway. Serana’s smile, tinged with surprise, froze when she saw Yasmine. “What

slightly protruding belly. “Is this hotel

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

diverting her

forgiven him?” Serana suddenly

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

gaze relaxed a bit. “Someone was investigating Boyd, looking 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

looked at her calmly,

back, and the likely reason is that he can’t let go of you. Either forgive him and go to B

slightly, staring at the carpet for a long moment. “Will you

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

one thing crystal clear—I will never forgive him. Never.

bet 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

face drained of color, and her body shook

I’m just stating the facts. Honestly, who’s got it worse in

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