Chapter 5

Blake frowned and approached Yasmin. Her eyes were shut. There was a sort of childlike quality to her face as she slept, but it didn't take away from her beauty. Her naturally pink and moist lips were puckered slightly. They were as tempting as water to a parched man in the desert.

Blake's anger dissipated at this sight. He bent down to lift her into his arms. At the warmth, Yasmin subconsciously buried her head against his neck. She wanted more of it.

Blake looked down at her. His gaze was too deep for others to tell what he was thinking. Then, he placed her on the bed. He was about to leave when he heard her mumble, "You're a jerk, Mr. B …"

Blake paused. He rested a hand on her face and caressed it. She was deeply asleep but subconsciously sucked on his finger.

His breathing hitched. "Yasmin?"

Was she awake?

She didn't respond. Instead, she turned on her side and held his hand to her cheek. She looked wholly dependent on him.

Blake lowered his head and kissed her.

Yasmin felt like her tongue was numb from being kissed. As she woke up blearily, the first thing she saw was a handsome face that had been zoomed in.

Before she could say anything, Blake kissed her again. He slipped a hand underneath her dress. His gaze was fiery enough to set her ablaze.

Yasmin's expression turned icy. She bit his tongue hard. "Fuck off!"

With that, a bolt of pain shot through Blake. He released her.

She rolled away from him, wrapping the sheets around herself as she glared at him.

"What the hell?" He gave her an icy look.

"That's my line. Did you come here to see me after your date with your mistress? Don't you find yourself dirty?" Yasmin looked furious.

Blake's gaze turned frosty. "She's not a mistress. Don't spout nonsense."

"How is she not a mistress when she's already pregnant with your child?"

Blake didn't answer her. Instead, he said, "Don't you dare hurt her."

Yasmin sneered. "How could I possibly hurt her? Do I look like a monster to you? Or do you think I'm powerful enough to go against you?"

"Just don't bother her."

Yasmin trembled. She didn't expect him to be so protective of her. She fell silent, looking frosty.

"How's your stomach?" Blake sat by the bed and broke the silence.

"What does it have to do with you?" Yasmin was mad at the mention of this. She'd been languishing in the hospital room while he'd been with another woman. No wife on this earth would be able to accept something like that.

She was so mad that tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision. She said bluntly, "Let's get divorced, Blake."

"What did you call me?" Blake shot her an icy look. She'd always addressed him as "Mr. B".

Blake was eight years older than Yasmin and exuded a natural dominance. In the past, she would be scared of him if he were to so much as glance at her, let alone give her such an icy look.

But now, Yasmin didn't care anymore. She met his gaze head-on. "I called you by your name. From now on, I will only ever call you that. Also, I said, let's get divorced."

The thought of a divorce had been reverberating in her mind since she'd woken up that morning to see him leave the hospital room. If he couldn't even be bothered to be by her side when she was hospitalized, what was the point of keeping him? He would only exasperate her.

"What did you say?" Blake thought he'd heard her wrong. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Say that again if you dare."

"I regret everything now, Blake. I don't want to be with you anymore," Yasmin enunciated, her voice steady and clear. "Let's get divorced." She'd be much better off kicking a heartless man like him to the curb as soon as possible. He was the one who said he'd never love her, anyway.

Blake sneered. His gaze was harsh. "What's this trick you're trying to pull this time?"

He even thought she was just playing the fool by demanding a divorce. It showed that when a man didn't love a woman, he would think she was just playing games, even if she were to throw herself off a building.