This ti, she took the initiative to bring up the question.
She knew that the way he looked at Yukon Carbon was as if he were looking at a love rival, and she had already told him that she and Yukon were just friends.
If he never believes it, there will always be a barrier between them.
Maybe she was too greedy; she didn’t want this barrier, nor did she want to lose such a good friend like Yukon.
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brows, his voice carrying so discontent, but he still started speaking, "The sunlight outside is too glaring, let’s go inside and talk."
He probably knew Jasmine Yale would refuse, so he grabbed her arm before she could say anything and led her away.
"Sylvan Cheney, you’re being unreasonable again, let go."
Sylvan was indeed being unreasonable again; he dragged her straight into the hospital, and that domineering deanor was back.
Although he was injured, after all, he was a man, and Jasmine couldn’t struggle against him.
Sylvan’s hospital room was on the third floor.
A VIP suite, spacious and bright, clean and comfy, with everything available.
The curtains were drawn, and the entire room was filled with sunlight, casting a vibrant glow on the wooden floor, making the room look full of life.
Sylvan poured Jasmine a cup of hot water: "Here you go."
Jasmine was tired too, so she sat on the sofa and took it.
The white steam rose as she lowered her head to take a sip.
"From now on, you can’t have intimate contact with Yukon, like hugging, kissing, or even making eye contact." Sylvan stood in front of her, his face serious, "He likes you, you should know that."
"Sylvan, I know my limits, what should be done and what shouldn’t. I won’t wrap my arm around Yukon’s in public, let alone hug him." Jasmine retorted, subtly criticizing Sylvan while clarifying her stance.
As expected, Sylvan’s expression shifted.
His eyes wavered slightly, "I won’t either."
Jasmine’s lips twitched, but she remained silent.
"In the future, you can’t be alone with him, even if you are, you need to tell ." Sylvan continued, "And at night, being alone with him is absolutely prohibited."
"Boss, if I rember correctly, two days ago, you let Yukon hold ."
"Jasmine, can’t you tell what’s true from false? Are you an idiot?" Sylvan flared up, his temper skyrocketing, eyes blazing with fury!
"Pregnancy makes one dumb for three years, Boss, you should know that."
"You!" Sylvan was so infuriated by her that his chest ached.
Jasmine’s eyes were full of innocence as she calmly looked at him, "Boss, it seems you’re in no position to lecture right now. We don’t have any relationship; you suggested breaking up, and I agreed. We’re just superior and subordinate now."
"Jasmine, you’re going too far!"
"How could I bully the Boss? Haven’t I always been yielding in front of you? You say break up, and I can’t even argue back. You say return gifts, and I must oblige; then when you say forget it, I can’t give them back. See? Who’s bullying whom? Hmm?" Jasmine raised her bright, clear eyes to him, her expression serene and composed, "Boss, you’re not getting any younger, if you keep this up, no one will marry you."
"Boss, don’t always let assumptions lead you to doubt soone. Relationships between people are sotis fragile and can’t withstand suspicion. Once or twice is okay, but as it happens more, the line between two people becos thinner until it breaks."
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