Chapter 1252: Chapter 1252: Can’t Bear to Part with ?
“Frustrating,” she gritted her teeth, “You won’t guess, and you won’t give a reward; how boring can you be. If I weren’t in such a good mood today, I wouldn’t even bother with you!”
As she spoke, the warm breath from her words showered onto his neck.
Sylvan Cheney’s fingers clenched the newspaper, suppressing his expression.
He didn’t speak.
Jasmine Yale clung to his neck but still felt unsatisfied.
“I’ll have you know, I ranked eighth in my class this ti, not bad, right?” Jasmine couldn’t help but blurt it out to him.
“I thought you’d be first.”
“Why are you being so sarcastic? You well know I can’t get first place, why are you like this? It’s not enough that you don’t praise , you have to mock , too. I did really well already.”
So annoying, but still, keep that smile.
Sylvan Cheney curved his lips slightly.
Seeing him silent, Jasmine angrily freed a hand and grabbed his tie from behind.
“I officially start my vacation today, 25 days in total.”
“So?”
“So how many days can you spend with ?” Jasmine’s eyes shimred brightly with anticipation.
She was waiting for his answer.
“I’ll try not to go on a business trip.”
“What do you an ‘try’… Can’t you just definitively tell you won’t go? It’s always like this; once you’re gone, it could be for a month, two months. Do you have any idea how annoying that is?”
As she spoke, her voice wavered, her throat tightening.
Her lips pouted high, and her eyes were misty with unshed tears.
“Are you going to miss ? Hmm?”
“What’s there for to miss? If you want to leave, then leave. Why don’t you make it a year or two, and never co back? With better scenery, water, and people outside, why bother returning.”
Jasmine was angry.
She released her grip, turned her back in a huff, and ran upstairs.
She was still clutching her report card in her hand, which he didn’t even glance at.
It wasn’t easy to do so well, especially on the final exams. How could he not even take a look and still mock her?
She had been so happy, but now her mood was spoiled.
Filled with anger, Jasmine went to her bedroom, set down her backpack, switched on the desk lamp, and decided not to go downstairs again as she started doing her howork.
The lamp cast an orange glow, bathing her cheeks in a soft, gentle light.
Jasmine held her pen, her head down, silently scribbling away at her howork.
But the thought that no matter how hard she tried, she could never be first, irritated her.
Did he only like girls who ca first in class?
Moreover, it was the new year, and he couldn’t even spare the ti to be with her.
If he really cared about her, he wouldn’t be like this.
This only showed one thing: she wasn’t in his heart, and it was very possible that there was another beautiful girl hidden there.
That girl surely would be studious, beautiful, stylish with a good taste, slender-fingered, and able to play the piano.
Looking at herself, Jasmine beca even more agitated.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, a girl is often insecure around the one she likes.
She buried her head in her work, frustrated.
After so ti, footsteps echoed from the stairwell.
Sylvan Cheney stood at her bedroom door.
After a short pause, he walked in calmly, fiddling with sothing in her wardrobe.
Jasmine turned her head alertly upon hearing the noise: “What are you doing?”
Sylvan picked out a peach-colored sweater and a milky white coat, tossing them to her: “Put these on, I’m taking you out to buy clothes.”
The excitent was hard for Jasmine to contain, shopping for clothes?
The emotions of a young girl co and go quickly.
Still, she sat up straight and cleared her throat lightly.
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