Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak
Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford’s back.”

“Really?” Yasmin Starr was busy with her drafts. When she heard that her husband was back, hereyes lit up. She drew the curtains before her to see a Rolls-Royce Cullinan driving along the pathleading to the villa.

She saw a man in the car. His handsome face was visible from where she stood; his actions andcarriage exuded a regal air.

It really was him!

Yasmin’s heart started racing. Her face burned at the thought of the things they did whenever hecame home. Every kiss they shared was searing and passionate. It made her shy yet nervous.

Just then, the door to her room swung open. Blake Ford walked in.

Yasmin smiled at him. “Mr. B!”

“Come here.” He loosened his tie.

She walked over to him shyly. In the next second, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a hardkiss. She moaned before sinking into the kiss. Then, he carried her to the bed and had his way withher.

Blake looked like the celibate and gentle type, but he was no gentleman when it came to s*x. Hewouldn’t let Yasmin off the hook without making her cry.

Yasmin shut her eyes as she savored the experience. This time, Blake was wilder than he’d everbeen. He was only satiated when she begged him to stop with tears streaming down her face.

He lifted the sheets and strode into the bathroom. Shortly after, there was the sound of runningwater.

Yasmin remained in bed, lying there without an ounce of strength in her body. She and Blake hadbeen secretly married for two years now. At first, it hadn’t been a marriage of love. Her father hadforced Blake to wed her.

So, in the beginning, he didn’t like her much. But she adored him. She’d done everything she couldto chase after him and treat him well. Finally, he’d returned her feelings.

Yasmin’s heart pounded as she recalled how wild and enthusiastic he’d been tonight. She couldn’thelp feeling sweet. Would their marriage get better from now on?

Once she bore him a child, they’d be a happy family of three.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. Blake walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.He had an amazing body, but his expression seemed somewhat menacing.

He hadn’t even wiped the beads of water dripping from his hair as he asked brusquely, “Are youpregnant?”

Blake held up a pregnancy test. It had been placed on the toilet bowl, where he’d taken it.

Yasmin sat up. She was a little scared of not being able to read him. “I don’t know yet. I bought itthis morning.”

“Why did you buy it?”

“I’ve been feeling nauseous lately, and I haven’t had much of an appetite. You told me to do a test ifI had any symptoms.” Yasmin’s big eyes were filled with innocence.

Blake said, “Go do the test now.”

“I’ll wait until you’re done showering.” He was obviously not done yet.

“Do it. Now.” His expression was frosty.

Yasmin didn’t dare delay further. It just so happened that she needed to pee, so she did the test atthe same time. A few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom.

Blake was sitting on the couch. He looked up when he heard her come out. His eyes were like darkwhirlpools as he looked at her. “How is it?”

“There’s only one line, Mr. B.” Yasmin was rather disappointed. She wasn’t pregnant.

It was impossible to tell whether Blake’s eyes were filled with disappointment or relief. He saidcalmly, “Get me something to wear.”

“Are you still going out so late at night?”

“Yeah.” His voice was as cold as ever.

Yasmin didn’t say anything else. She went to the walk-in wardrobe.

She was actually very disappointed about not being pregnant. Deep down, she wanted to bear achild. The Ford family wanted her to have a child, as did Blake. But no matter what treatments andsupplements she’d taken over the past two years, she’d still failed to conceive.

Besides, she was reluctant to let Blake go. Over the two years of their marriage, her love for Blakehad only grown deeper. He was always too busy for her, though.

Sometimes, he would be away from home for up to half a month. Now that they’d finally beenreunited, he was leaving again.