"Jasmine Yale, you've sent me things repeatedly and intentionally appeared before me. Do you really think I'm a fool who knows nothing? Hmm?"
Jasmine Yale stood with her back pressed against the cold wall. She raised her head and looked into his deep eyes.
Under the light, his eyes were a fierce crimson, aggressive and forceful.
"What do you know?" Jasmine Yale's voice was soft and gentle.
What could he possibly know? He knew nothing. He had already erased her entirely from his memory.
There are many things one cannot think about. Even thinking about them makes it hard to breathe.
Their eyes locked, and Sylvan Cheney let out a cold laugh: "What do you think you have that attracts me? I have a fiancée, yet you still try to seduce me. Aren't you shameless?"
"..." Jasmine Yale remained silent.
Sometimes, she also wanted to ignore and forget about him.
But without him, her life was like a stagnant pool of water.
