Chapter 127 Peeking into Her Secret
Yasmin acted as if she hadn't noticed the change in Kyle's expression. Walking toward the dining table, she said, "You're back just in time. The food is ready. Come sit down and eat."
Kyle snapped back to reality and sat down after adjusting his emotions.
Looking carefully, he saw over a dozen dishes on the table, several of which were time-consuming to make.
"Why did you make such a big meal today? Is it a special occasion?"
Yasmin had just pulled out her chair and sat down. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "It's not a special day. I just wanted to thank you. Without you, I wouldn't even know where I'd be living right now. Thank you for letting me stay here."
"You're too polite. We're friends."
Yasmin changed the subject: "Try these honey garlic ribs. I spent a long time making them. I hope they suit your taste."
As she spoke, she placed one rib onto Kyle's plate.
Kyle nodded and took a bite.
Crispy on the outside, tender inside, with a sweet garlic glaze—exactly the kind of flavor he loved.
"It's delicious. I didn't know you could cook like this."
Yasmin forced a smile.
"What's wrong?" Kyle asked.
Yasmin sighed, then smiled again and said, "Let's not talk about that. Let's just enjoy our meal today."
Seeing her hesitate to speak, Kyle guessed that Yasmin must have had a hard life before, which was why she needed to know how to cook.
Daughters from wealthy families didn't need these skills.
She hadn't had it as good as she appeared.
Kyle felt even more sympathy for her.
He raised his wine glass and clinked it against Yasmin's.
Yasmin was bold, downing the red wine in her glass in one gulp.
After the candlelit dinner, both were slightly tipsy.
Whether it was the alcohol or not, Kyle suddenly became very bold.
He held Yasmin's shoulders and tentatively kissed her.
Yasmin didn't pull away, so Kyle knew she was okay with it and immediately kissed her more deeply.
Their breathing gradually became heavier.
Soft panting sounds came from the room.
At some point, they had moved from the dining table to the sofa.
The sofa was soft and wide, almost like a bed.
They quickly removed their clothes.
Yasmin wasn't a virgin.
She had already given her first time to Steven.
But today, she had made special preparations, hiding a small capsule between her fingers.
With just a light squeeze, the capsule would burst open, releasing red liquid that looked like blood.
This thing was originally meant for Halloween—it was called fake blood.
Kyle was inexperienced, clumsy, and awkward.
Yasmin didn't deliberately guide him, even acting more awkward than him.
When Kyle thrust, her whole body tensed up. She made a pained sound, and tears fell at just the right moment.
Kyle immediately stopped.
"Does it hurt? Should I pull out?"
Yasmin's eyes were full of tears, but she "bravely" shook her head and hugged Kyle's neck tighter, whispering in his ear, "I'm willing."
Kyle immediately felt energized.
Probably because Kyle was a virgin, he finished quickly.
Yasmin said with a flushed face, "I'll go wash up in the bathroom. You can go after I'm done."
Kyle nodded, his eyes full of tenderness.
Soon Yasmin shyly went to the bathroom.
Kyle sat up on the sofa and turned on the living room light.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw red bloodstains on the sofa.
All men have this virgin complex. Yasmin understood men well, so she had prepared the "fake blood" in advance and went to wash up first.
Kyle looked at those red bloodstains, and his heart skipped a beat.
He had thought that someone as beautiful as Yasmin probably wasn't a virgin anymore.
Kyle felt very excited.
He secretly vowed to treat Yasmin well for the rest of his life, that he wouldn't let her become just his lover—he would take responsibility for her.
But this matter would have to wait until Geraldo woke up.
His parents were very busy, constantly traveling, and it was Geraldo who raised him. His marriage would be arranged by Geraldo.
The doctor said Geraldo would wake up in the next couple of days.
He believed that when Geraldo learned he had found true love, he would be happy for him too.
Yasmin came back, having changed into silk pajamas.
After they both cleaned up, they went to the bedroom and lay down together.
Although this house was Kyle's regular residence, he wasn't casual. After Yasmin moved in, he had moved to the McGinnis Manor.
This time was the only time recently he had stayed over, and he was sleeping in the same bed with the woman he liked.
He was so happy he felt like he was dreaming.
Otherwise, how could God be so good to him and make his wishes come true?
Holding Yasmin, he smiled and said, "Actually, that day at the hospital wasn't the first time I saw you."
Yasmin was a bit surprised and also a little nervous.
Had he found out about her relationship with Steven?
But then Kyle said, "A few months ago, I was a judge at an oil painting competition. You were the champion."
Kyle hadn't gone to Luminance Art Gallery, so he didn't know she had won the championship by plagiarizing Grant's painting.
Yasmin remembered too.
It was the time she had entered Grant's work in the competition.
But back then she had Steven, and the Richardson family was at its peak. How could she have been interested in Kyle?
She smiled and said, "So you had a crush on me back then?"
Kyle's cheeks reddened.
"I wouldn't say crush, just that I had a good impression. But I really never thought I could actually be with you."
Yasmin hugged Kyle's neck and planted a kiss on his lips, saying very affectionately, "We'll be together forever."
"Okay!"
They kissed again.
Just as Kyle was about to make love again, Yasmin pushed against his chest and said, "Kyle, there's something very important I need to tell you."
"Go ahead."
"I need to apologize to you."
Kyle looked confused.
Yasmin sat up straight, lowered her eyelashes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "That day at the operating room door, I lied. I was too scared, so I lied. I'm sorry."
Kyle was puzzled.
"What did you lie about? Don't worry, take your time."
Yasmin choked up and said, "That pill Samuel's people showed me—I recognized it. That pill was originally in Geraldo's pocket. After he had his attack, he asked me to get his medicine, but I was too anxious, and my hands wouldn't cooperate. I actually dropped the pill. Kyle, I'm sorry. It's my fault that Geraldo got hurt."
Kyle's mind went blank for a moment.
But he quickly regained his composure and reached out to pat Yasmin's head.
"It's not your fault. You'd never been through something like that before. Being nervous is normal."
"You were just too scared at the time, which is why you said you hadn't seen the pill."
"Besides, that pill wasn't some miracle drug. Even if he'd taken it, he might not have gotten better. He still would have ended up in the operating room."
"And anyway, Geraldo's going to wake up in the next few days, right? You don't need to blame yourself. I don't blame you."
Kyle truly didn't blame Yasmin.
When he first heard her say those things, he was just a bit surprised that something like that had happened.
But he was good at putting himself in others' shoes.
If it were him, and someone very important to him suddenly fell ill, he would be nervous and scared too.
So it was completely understandable that Yasmin had accidentally dropped the pill because she was nervous.
And it was also perfectly normal that Yasmin later lied to Samuel and the others, saying she hadn't seen the pill.
She was too timid, so she feared being blamed.
Plus, with Amelia being so aggressive at the time, she panicked even more and lied.
Kyle felt all of this was understandable.
After all, Geraldo was getting better day by day. It didn't matter that the pill hadn't been used—Yasmin hadn't done it on purpose.
He patted Yasmin's head again, telling her not to blame herself or be afraid.
Tears glistened in Yasmin's eyes.
"But I'm afraid Geraldo will misunderstand me when he wakes up. I've done some wrong things before. He already has a bit of a problem with me."
"What did you do wrong?"
Yasmin said regretfully, "That day at Luminance Art Gallery, Amelia set me up and forced me to plagiarize someone else's painting for a competition. Geraldo found out and thinks I'm a repeat offender. That day at the coffee shop, he went there to scold me."
Kyle felt even more sympathy.
"That's not your fault. It's all Amelia's fault."
"But just because you don't blame me doesn't mean Geraldo won't. She bit her lip and said, "Actually, I can handle Geraldo blaming me. I'm just afraid he has too many misunderstandings about me and won't agree to us being together."
Kyle kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry, he'll agree. I'll tell him that I don't want any other woman but you. He can't expect me to stay single forever, can he? I'm an only child. He wants me to have descendants."
Yasmin felt relieved. Kyle's promise was exactly what she wanted.
She didn't need to do anything to Geraldo—she could get herself out of trouble.
Kyle, this fool, would help her deal with all the trouble Geraldo might cause.
She kissed Kyle back.
Yasmin's honey trap was very successful.
The house was filled with romance all night.
The next day brought heavy rain. The large raindrops hitting one's face actually hurt.
Holden and Uma closed all the windows to keep the rain out.
Because of the typhoon, everyone in the Richardson family stayed home today.
Amelia and Natalie curled up on the sofa, watching the weather forecast.
"Typhoon Solenya has already caused disasters in multiple areas..."
Just then, Amelia's phone buzzed with a message.
She glanced at her phone. It was from Samuel.
[There's a typhoon today. Don't go running around.]
Amelia cursed him in her mind.
Who would run around outside during a typhoon?
She wasn't a child anymore. Did he really need to send a special message to remind her?
Amelia didn't reply.
But the next second, her phone rang again.
She thought it was Samuel again, but when she opened it, she saw it was from Max.
A few days ago, Amelia had asked him to look into Mason's girlfriend. Max had promised to get back to her that same day, but after three days, he was finally sending news.
He had found the girl's address.
It seemed like it had taken a lot of effort to find it. Otherwise, Max wouldn't deliberately delay on something she'd asked him to do.
She looked up and glanced at Mason.