Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 94

Pushing open the door, Yasmin noticed Blake sitting quietly on the couch. His tall figure was draped in a robe.

"What are you here for?" Yasmin was so beautifully dressed that Blake thought she was there to reconcile with him.

Yasmin's eyes landed on the cast on his leg. "Didn't we agree to divorce today?"

Blake's expression fell. "Well, you're certainly excited."

Yasmin was silent as she waited patiently.

Blake chuckled self-deprecatingly and called out, "Malcolm.

"Mr. Ford, looking for me?" Malcolm entered the room.

Blake turned his head. "Go to the closet and get me some clothes."

"Uh, Mr. Ford, isn't it usually Mrs. Ford who helps you with that?" Malcolm, unaware of what had happened between the two, scratched his head.

"Shall I get them for you?"

Yasmin thought she would help him one last time, but Blake refused. "No need for that. Malcolm, go ahead."

Malcolm reluctantly got Blake his clothes.

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They were getting divorced, but Yasmin was dressed beautifully. It seemed like she couldn't wait for it to happen.

If that was the case, he'd be happy to grant her wish.

He wanted to see what kind of life she would have after the divorce.

Not long after, Malcolm returned with a black suit. "Mr. Ford, will this do?"

Yasmin looked at him and realized it was the suit she had bought for him.

Sure enough, Blake's face turned sour at the sight of the suit. "No, it's ugly. Get another one."

He wanted Yasmin to hear what he said. She lowered her head and remained silent.

Malcolm went to get another suit. It was a navy blue suit.

Blake frowned. "Malcolm, you've been with me for a while. Don't you know what kind of clothes I like to wear?"

"Sorry, Mr. Ford. I'm not into fashion. I don't pay attention to your clothes..." Malcolm apologized nervously.

Yasmin sighed. "Malcolm, let me go with you."

"Do I look like I need your help?" Blake glared daggers at her.

"If we keep this up, it'll get dark soon." She went into the closet.

Blake stood outside, scowling.

She really was in a hurry.

Yasmin entered the closet and wanted to take Blake's usual clothes, but her hand somehow landed on a dark gray suit. She'd never seen him wear gray before, and this might be her last chance to see it. For some reason, she was filled with anticipation.

She took the gray suit.

Malcolm stopped her. "Mrs. Ford, it seems that Mr. Ford only likes to wear black."

"Don't worry," Yasmin replied as she left with the clothes in hand.

Hearing footsteps, Blake raised his head and looked at the suit Yasmin had in her arms. With a hint of mockery in his eyes, he commented, "Don't you know I don't like to wear other colors?"

She had been dealing with his fashion sense and lifestyle for two years. She knew Blake well.

She calmly replied, "We've known each other for two years, and I've never seen you wear gray. It's our last day together. Why not give it a try?"

Blake had an unreadable expression on his face as he remained silent.

"I'll help you put it on. It's our last time. Let's make it a dignified farewell."

Blake was silent.

"Malcolm, you can go." Yasmin approached and undid his robe.

He stood, revealing his perfectly proportioned body. His left leg was still in a cast, but he could walk now.

"Is your foot almost healed?" Yasmin asked as she helped him into his shirt. It had been almost ten days since the injury.

"It's getting there," Blake replied, peering at her.

She didn't look up as she concentrated on buttoning the shirt. "If you really can't take care of yourself, just hire a maid to handle your daily needs. You're the president of a listed company. You should look presentable every day."