Yasmin's heart dropped as she saw his eyebrows knitting tighter and tighter. His cold eyes made her heart tremble. It would be a lie to say she didn't frighten him. Yasmin was indeed terrified of his rage. She had witnessed his bad temper on several occasions. Her fear, however, gradually gave way to annoyance.
'This man is still jealous.' She couldn't help but roll her eyes, irritated with the thought that he had not changed at all. She could never forgive him unless he stopped doubting her.
"Stop glaring at these poor flowers," she ultimately grumbled. "I have never seen someone looking at flowers with so much loathing. What is your problem? He brought the bouquet to cheer me up that you forgot." She sulked.
Her face flushed when she realized what she had just said. She was actually whining!
'Why am I expecting him to bring me flowers?'
