In truth, she didn’t like it this way; she hoped he would talk to her, even if she couldn’t solve his problems, she could still be a good listener.
She hoped they were in the sa boat, weathering storms together, rather than him bearing it all alone.
She was attached to his broad shoulders, yet her heart ached for the burdens he carried.
She was no longer that little girl.
"So... what kind of movies do you like to watch? Or do you have any hobbies?" Sylvan Cheney cleared his throat and looked at her.
"Light-hearted movies, nothing too deep, I can’t understand those." Jasmine Yale clutched the blanket, thought for a mont, "What about you?"
"? I’m fine with whatever you pick."
"Mr. Cheney, when I first t you, you weren’t soone who would go along with ." Jasmine Yale bead with joy, "You seed to enjoy being in control of ."
"That depends on the occasion."
"Mr. Cheney, if you hadn’t t , would you be with Miss Janus now?"
"I’m not soone who believes much in fate, but I have always felt that if it’s ant to be, it will happen inevitably."
"If we t a bit later, two years, three years, or five years, maybe... you would already be married." Jasmine mused.
If it had been even later, she would always think he had disappeared. By then, even if they t again, he would have long since had a lovely wife by his side.
Suddenly, she was reluctant to envision such a scene.
n can be possessive of won, and won can be just as possessive.
She couldn’t bear the thought of him holding another woman, sharing his bed with another.
He would blow-dry her hair, buy her clothes, tuck her in with a blanket; how could she willingly concede such affection to another?
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow and spoke faintly, "It’s ultimately too late."
If he had t her earlier, he should have been her husband.
"Too late for what, we’re not old or anything. I’m just afraid that after a few days with , you’ll find it stale and get tired, then instead of saying it’s too late, you’ll wish you’d never t ." Jasmine Yale teased with a smile.
"I won’t."
Sylvan Cheney knew he wasn’t soone easily confused about what he wanted or liked, everything was clear in his heart.
Once he was set on sothing, he couldn’t easily change his mind.
"Then Mr. Cheney, could I ask you a sensitive question?"
"Hmm?" Sylvan raised an eyebrow, "Sensitive? How sensitive?"
"It’s embarrassing to say." Jasmine Yale laughed, her eyes curved like new moons, with shimring gleams beneath.
She clutched the blanket, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
Sylvan fixed his gaze on her face, "What’s there to be embarrassed about with ?"
"Well... it’s just that..." Jasmine mumbled, hesitating, "You... um... you and Miss Janus... have you ever..."
Jasmine felt it quite awkward to ask a man this kind of question.
But the possessiveness in her heart was acting up, and not asking would leave her uncomfortable.
Sylvan saw her hesitating, her cheeks flaring red, and imdiately understood.
Yet he pretended not to understand, raising an eyebrow, "What?"
"I saw her hugging you, quite naturally, so I wondered... I wondered..."
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"How can you be so dense? I just want to know if you’ve ever slept with Miss Janus."
The mont she said it, Jasmine’s face flushed red like a cooked shrimp, her heart thumping wildly.
She clutched the blanket so tightly her hands trembled slightly, her eyes avoiding his, too embarrassed to et them.
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