He, who had always been rational, showed his only bit of sentintality when facing her.
At least, so far, there are no regrets.
"Mr. President, from now on, try not to trust people so easily, especially beautiful won. You can dodge other tricks, but can you resist the beauty trap?" Jasmine Yale said with a smile, "n all have their weaknesses."
"If you really used a beauty trap on , I’d be willing to fall for it," Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes.
"You may want to be a foolish ruler, but I don’t want to be a fem fatale! I’m serious. Confidential, important things shouldn’t be casually shared, especially with soone we’ve only known for a few months."
"I’m aware," Sylvan said, "Besides, I don’t think you have the mind to betray , my little idiot."
"..." Jasmine gave him a sidelong glance.
She was clearly trying to talk about sothing important, but now it had turned into him teasing her.
"Sylvan Cheney, if one day I do betray you, you’ll regret it," she said unwillingly.
"That day will never co."
"How can you trust so much? Not long ago, soone was saying I was fooling around with n, saying I was indiscreet. Back then, why didn’t you believe ?"
"You’re quite good at bringing up past issues."
Sylvan looked at her, with emotions stirring in his eyes.
When facing others, he was more rational than emotional, but when facing her, he completely lost his rationality.
"It’s not just about the past; I rember everything!" Jasmine looked at him, "I rember you scolding , us, even my baby, I rember it all."
"..." Sylvan gave her a sideways glance and said in a cold voice, "Forget it all."
"That’s a bit difficult; I can’t do it for now."
"..."
Jasmine liked to see him at a loss, especially since he really was in the wrong on this matter.
"Mr. President, if you have ti this evening, let’s go out to the countryside and get so fresh air. The countryside in autumn should be beautiful."
"Hmm, sure."
"I’ve ironed all your shirts for you, you can just pick one to change into later. By the way, did you fix the accounting loophole at the branch office?"
"It’s already taken care of."
They chatted casually for a while longer.
After the al, Sylvan cleaned up the dishes by himself, not letting Jasmine worry about it.
Jasmine sat on the sofa watching TV, feeling at ease.
Perhaps it was the good afternoon sunshine, or maybe it was the delicious food he made, but as Jasmine sat on the sofa, she felt a bit drowsy.
Sleepiness washed over her, she yawned, unable to keep her eyes open.
From the kitchen, there was the sound of running water, and Jasmine occasionally looked at Sylvan, admiring his straight and slender back.
"Mr. President... I’m sleepy," she yawned again.
"Just a mont." Sylvan finished washing the last dish, dried his hands, and walked over.
He bent down, looked at her rosy face, and reached out to pinch her cheek.
His hand had just been in the cold water, and it was freezing.
Jasmine shivered, opening her eyes to look up at him: "You rascal."
Sylvan smiled and leaned down.
His face was only a few centiters from hers, blocking half the sunlight.
Jasmine, sowhat drowsy, looked at him from her angle, the light cast a soft halo over his facial contours, making his stern face much gentler.
He still looked as handso as ever.
Jasmine curled her lips into a smile.
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