Chapter 857
It was Yasmine. As soon as she approached me, she latched onto my arm and said urgently, "Where have you been, Nance? I couldn't find you, and I was so worried. I can't handle all of them on my own!"
I purposely teased her, "What are you worried about? Madam Harold clearly likes you, and Ernest's parents do, too. You're definitely passing the family test. Everyone's eager to dote on you. What's there to be worried about?"
Yasmine's face flushed a deep red, and she looked every bit the beauty. Shyly, she said, "What family test? You should know that I'm just here out of Madam Harold's request. I don't like Ernest. There's no way I'd marry him."
She didn't like Ernest? That wasn't what I saw.
From what I could tell, she was becoming increasingly satisfied with him. Their interactions might have been few, but their little gestures and unspoken understanding spoke volumes.
They were already starting to have those small, intimate moments. How could she still claim not to like him?
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