Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 272

At the Flynn residence, Xavier found Selena with a constant smile on her face as soon as he got home. "Mom,

what's going

on?"

"Yvette's pregnancy test results are out. | specially asked Uncle Yang for help with it. He's watched you grow up

since you were little. Thank goodness, having a pregnancy test is a must; otherwise, | couldn't even get in. The

police were eyeballing Yvette like she was a thief, and | couldn't even bring her schicken

soup," Selena started to complain.

Xavier quickly reminded Selena, "Mom, what about after the pregnancy test results cout?"

"Oh, | almost forgot the most important thing-it's a boy! Our Flynn family is finally going to have an heir. | won't

have to worry about you constantly," she said, though her worry only deepened. "Now the place Yvette is staying

at is like a fortress. | can't even get in to take care of her!"

Xavier didn't want to hear Selena's grumbling any longer; he went straight to his room. Yvette used to sleep here

with him, and now that she wasn't home, the room felt empty to him.

This feeling got stronger after he met Yasmine at the wine tasting. He couldn't forget how she looked that night.

The soft waltz was playing, and Yasmine stood straight, her dress perfectly showing off her figure as it swayed

gently.

Xavier had seen Yasmine like this before, at every banquet they'd attended during their three-year marriage.

They've been to so many, yet he never once asked Yasmine to dance unless people were making a fuss about it,

at which point he just wanted to hide.

The more these memories surfaced in Xavier's mind, the more his heart ached. Why hadn't he properly asked

Yasmine for a dance-a waltz like this one? It was probably because the one who invited Yasmine to dance that

day was Bernard, an old gentleman in his sixties. So, among all his emotions, there wasn't a hint of jealousy. The

only picture left in his mind was Yasmine's graceful dance moves.

Her waltz wasn't stiff or traditional; instead, it carried a playful charm that made it unforgettable for Xavier.

Whenever he reminisced about the past, the entire room seemed to linger with the scent that once belonged to

Yasmine.

"Xavier, you're just getting off work? | made ssoup.

Would you

like a bowl?"

askfor a dance at the party today? I'm worried Morgan will notice us."

"Xavier, why can't you just reply to me? Please pay attention to me."

"Xavier, can't you not rush into the study the moment you get home? | really want to have a chat with you."

""Xavier, could you

"Xavier, Xavier..."

Once, a gentle voice called his name, whispering all sorts of sweet words, but unfortunately, now he couldn't

hear any them. He touched the pillow beside him, tshifting.

of

At night, Xavier lay in bed, Yasmine right by his side. It was only after they both fell asleep that he felt someone

gently touching his nose. When he opened his eyes, he caught Yasmine withdrawing her hand. He glared at her

angrily and grumbled, "Can't you just sleep without disturbing me? | have work in the morning, and you get to

laze around at hall day."

Back then, Xavier clearly saw the disappointment in Yasmine's eyes, yet he chose not to say a word. In hindsight,

whether she worked or not made no difference. Every morning, she got up early to take care of the whole family,

even working harder than those with jobs. Sadly, he realized this truth far too late.

If Xavier had answered at that moment with, "What's wrong? Can't sleep? | can keep you company," maybe

things would have turned out differently. But the world is full of 'what ifs," just as much as it lacks them.

1/2

14.28 Tue, Nov 5

Chapter 272 00056%0

He had to admit, wheir Yasmine was the model housewife, he never noticed her shine. It was only after she shed

that role that he gradually saw how exceptional and charming she was. He stared blankly at the wedding photo

on the nightstand, his mind filled with images of Yasmine meticulously wiping the crystal album one picture at a

time. Xavier's fingers trembled slightly; maybe he really was sick, perhaps more than he thought.

Inside the Credence Ocean Plaza, Yasmine and Lucy were shopping. Ever since they left the wine-tasting event

last time, Lucy believed it was her beef jerky that made Mr. Su hand the business directly to the Sanchez family.

She used this as an excuse to make Lucy buy her a dress.

"See how generous | am? It's a deal worth billions!" Lucy chuckled while her eyes sparkled at the sight of the

dazzling array of clothes. "We wouldn't have clinched this deal anytsoon if it wasn't for me!"

"Yeah, yeah, absolutely." Yasmine beamed at Lucy, knowing full well that Lucy didn't really need her to pay for

her clothes. Yasmine rarely went shopping; most of her twas spent looking for evidence and focusing on

work. She barely had tto shop, and even when she went with Lucy, it was get-the-stuff-and-go.

As they passed by a photo studio, Lucy got excited, "Yasmine, this is the trendiest stuin town-it's hugely

popular. Should we go take sartsy photos?"

Yasmine nodded. This was a newly opened stuin Soucrity, different from the regular ones. The photos

hanging on the exterior walls were landscapes or portraits randomly captured by the photographers.

While waiting for Lucy to choose a style, Yasmine glanced at the photo wall. Most of them were landscape

photos, but there were about a dozen with people. As she skimmed through them, she suddenly froze. In the

uniquely decorated coffee shop, two people sat in the corner near the screen. A couple, with the woman smiling

at the man, and the man gently pushed a sugar jar towards her.

She had been to this coffee shop before, previously with Yonas. The sspot, but now a different person sat

across from him. Irene did look stunning, just like the journalists had said. Yonas and Irene together truly made a

perfect couple.

Those cold yet handseyes were now filled with warmth, a look that once was solely for her. But now, it was

for someone else or perhaps it had always been meant for Irene, and Yasmine was just a stand-in while Irene was

abroad. That painting by Yoselin was proof enough.

"Yasmine, what are you looking at?" Lucy asked curiously as she walked over, standing by Yasmine's side and

following her gaze. She was equally shocked. "Stop looking," Lucy said coldly. She dragged Yasmine into the

studio, showing her the clothes she had picked out. "Yasmine, take a look."

Yasmine casually flipped through a few pages before handing the tablet back to her. "They all look great, let's go

with this."

Lucy nodded, understanding that Yasmine probably wasn't very interested in staying here right now.

2/2

0