Chapter 79

When the knocking didn't stop, Jasmine had no choice but to get up and answer the door. Calvin stood there with a pastel pink blanket. He said softly, "I heard from Cora that you used to love this blanket, so I bought you the same one." "I don't need it," she replied coldly. Jasmine tried to shut the door, but he quickly raised his hand to block it. Her hand was still healing from the injury, and with the strength difference between them, she couldn't stop him. Calvin effortlessly draped the blanket over Jasmine's shoulders and was pleased with himself. "This color looks great on you," he said. Seeing the barely concealed irritation on her face, he added softly, "Goodnight, Mrs. Ford." Jasmine tightened her grip and resisted the urge to slap him. He should find his actual "Mrs. Ford" because that person definitely wasn't her. But by the time she could react, Calvin had already left, and the slap never landed. She shut the door and threw the blanket into the trash. … When Jasm