Once upon a time, when they were tangled in the sheets, when she couldn't take it and kicked him, he would also like to hold her ankle, stopping her from moving wildly.
"What are you thinking about?" Sylvan Cheney put her shoes on for her, suddenly looking up.
The moment he looked up, he saw her in a daze, her cheeks flushed.
"Nothing..." Jasmine Yale hurriedly avoided his sharp gaze, her face already burning.
He released her ankle, still squatting on the ground: "Stand up and have a walk."
"Mm."
Jasmine obediently stood up and walked to the mirror for a look.
"Of the few pairs you just tried on, which one do you like?" Sylvan asked patiently, his eyes falling on her feet.
"I think both the champagne-colored and the burgundy ones look great. Which one do you like? You can't just say you'll buy them all, pick one."
Sylvan curved his lips slightly, as if she knew what he was about to say.
He did want to buy them all indeed.
