At night, the moon and stars shone brightly in the sky. The Grant residence was festively decorated, with maids bustling about as they made the final preparations for Gracie’s birthday banquet
After escorting Gracie back to her room to rest, Yasmin stepped out and suddenly froze
Wait a second. Where was she going to stay tonight?
Mrs. Grant, your sleepwear was washed a few days ago and has been placed in the bathroom you share with Mr. Grant.” As if reading her thoughts, a maid spoke to her with a polite smile.
The bathroom she shared with Caleb…
Why did the maid phrase it so ambiguously?
“Are there any spare rooms available? I’ve been a light sleeper lately, and I prefer sleeping alone,” Yasmin a asked. She didn’t think it was appropriate for her to continue staying
with Caleb.
The maid said apologetically, “Mrs. Grant Senior specifically told us before going to bed that there are no spare rooms available tonight, so you’ll have to share a room with Mr.
Grant
No spare rooms available? The banquet guests weren’t staying in the villa, so there were plenty of empty rooms available.
Did Gracie have to go to such an extent? She usually looked like a kind and understanding elderly lady, but it turned out she had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Yasmin and Caleb’s room was on the third floor. It was a room Caleb had stayed in since he was young. Everything from the decor to the furniture seemed to reflecthis style. It was mainly black, white, and gray in tone. With no one in the room, it appeared rather colder.
Caleb was
still entertaining the guests downstairs. Yasmin still had a wound on her hand, so she took extra long to shower. Once she exited the bathroom, she immediately got
into bed and went to sleep.
In a dazed state, she vaguely heard someone opening the door. A moment later, she felt the mattress sink slightly beside her. Half asleep, Yasmin opened her eyes. Through the soft glow of the bedside lamp, she spotted a tall figure sitting at the edge of the bed.
It was Caleb, who was quietly staring down at her. Yasmin instinctively frowned and shut her eyes once more. She tried to turn around, wanting to switch to another sleeping position. Yer before she could move, a warm, calloused hand suddenly cupped her cheeks. The warmth of his touch instantly jolted her make.
“What are you doing?” Yasmin abruptly sat up and scooted backward. Her mind flashed back to the night of the auction when Caleb had shown up in front of her, completely drunk.
“How much did you drink? Yasmin asked cautiously. Her almond–shaped eyes shimmered under the dim light, making her look absolutely enchanting
“I’m not drunk,” Caleb denied it. He had indeed been drinking, but not much. Yasmin studied his expression and found nothing unusual. He had indeed not drunk much and was perhaps just a bit tipsy
The next second, she felt something being shoved into her hands. Its edges were sharp and it was rectangular in shape. Yasmin lowered her gaze and saw that it was a supplementary card linked to Caleb’s black card
“It’s your pocket money,” Caleb explained.
Yasmin leaned against the headboard and twirled the card between her fingers “Caleb, you know how much of a spendthrift I used to be if I was in a bad mood, I could spend millions in a day.”
She wasn’t lying. At only ten years old, she was a regular at Dior haute couture. And at 13 years old, she bought jewelry in Paraville as it she were buying candy. But that spending was predicated on the fact that the money was hers to control. It was the money she had the right to use.
But Caleb’s money was different.
“I’m aware,” Caleb replied. Noticing Yasmin’s silence, he leaned in and kissed her. The minute his lips touched hers, Yasmin jolted back.
“Don’t move.” Caleb firmly cupped her neck and buried his face in the hollow of her neck.
