Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 128

Blake countered, "You can still be my maid even though we're divorce though."

Yasmin was flabbergasted. "Blake, are you out of your mind? Why are you forcing your ex-wife to be your maid? What will your new wife think when she finds out?"

"What she thinks has nothing to do with you. Focus on your work and pay off your debt."

With that, Blake got up and left.

Yasmin felt an overwhelming urge to beat him up to death.

She couldn't help but slump on the sofa and sigh in frustration.

How did she meet such a trash man?

She didn't get any financial support from the divorce, and worse still, the jerk even demanded compensation for the bag.

…

In the middle of the night, Blake pushed open the door and entered the room to find Yasmin sleeping soundly on the bed.

Her leg was exposed outside the blanket, and she was even unaware that her skirt slid up to her waist.

"You still kick away your blanket." Blake shook his head and switched on the dim wall light. Then, he opened a tube of ointment and applied it to the blisters on Yasmin's feet. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

After that, he quietly stared at her and caressed her delicate cheek.

Yasmin was still in a daze due to her sleep.

Then, when she opened her eyes, she saw someone applying something on her feet.

But unfortunately, she couldn't discern who the person was.

The next day, Mary knocked on the door from outside. "Mrs. Ford, are you awake?"

"What is it?" Yasmin opened her drowsy eyes and shouted hoarsely.

Soon after, Mary entered the room and said, "Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford has called for you."

"Why is he calling me over?" Yasmin rubbed her eyes.

Then, she realized that a piece of gauze was taped to her sole when she got out of the bed.

She was dumbfounded and couldn't recall when the gauze had been stuck on.

Immediately after, Yasmin had a suspicion that the man she'd seen when she was half-asleep the night before was, in fact, Blake.

It seemed like Blake had treated her injury and even taped the gauze on to function like a band-aid for her.

Yasmin suddenly felt a stir in her heart.

Then, she walked over to the master bedroom and pushed open the door.

There, she found Blake sitting on the sofa.

The black loungewear he wore accentuated his tall figure and made him look cold, yet captivating at the same time.

Yasmin then subconsciously glanced at Blake's left leg that had suffered from a fracture.

It made her wonder about his situation now as she thought about what had happened last night.

Blake had moved around so easily despite having carried her. So, perhaps his leg was fine now?

"What are you staring at?" Blake spoke up while Yasmin was still occupied by her thoughts.

Yasmin quickly recollected her thoughts and approached him, saying, "Nothing. Why did you call me over?"

Blake then handed over a document. "Take a look," he said.

Yasmin glanced at the document and realized that it was a lawyer's letter with 400 thousand dollars at stake!

Yasmin had a strong urge to tear the document apart.

Why was this jerk treating her debt so urgently?

Yasmin frowned and stared at Blake. "Like I said, I have no money now!"

She only had a certain designated amount in her bank account for Victor to pay off his debt first.

Blake shot Yasmin a glance and added nonchalantly, "If you can't pay me now, then read the document."

Yasmin then redirected her attention to the document again—it stated her compliance to work as a maid to repay the debt.

Working as a maid for one month would deduct three thousand dollars from the debt. Hence, she was required to serve as a maid until the debt amounting to 400 thousand dollars was cleared.

Yasmin did a calculation, and the result shocked her so much that her eyes were wide open as she said, "The monthly salary is three thousand dollars. That means 36 thousand dollars a year. I'd have to work as your maid for 11 years to pay off the 400-thousand-dollar debt."

"Pay me back now if you don't like how it sounds then." Blake didn't offer any room for negotiation.

Yasmin's demeanor soured at the mention of money. "Do we have any other way?"

Blake then began sizing her figure up.

But Yasmin immediately held her chest and shouted, "Stop! I'm not selling my body!"

"Then work obediently as my maid." Blake picked up his phone and ordered, "Go fetch me some clothes."

Resigned to the situation, Yasmin walked to the dressing room.

However, she realized something was amiss when she grabbed his clothes.

What was the difference between being his maid now versus her former lifestyle before?

If anything, the new circumstances left her feeling more aggrieved.