This taphor made Sylvan Cheney smile knowingly. He thought for a mont and nodded, "It’s kind of like that."
Jasmine Yale had never felt this way before.
She took the initiative to hold Sylvan Cheney’s arm, while he was responsible for carrying things.
They chatted all the way down the stairs.
Sylvan Cheney drove the car himself.
He asked her many questions about Butler Santana’s preferences, and she said Butler Santana was very easy-going, a good person, not picky.
"Jasmine, what if your aunt isn’t satisfied with ? What if she doesn’t allow you to be with ?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, full of worries.
"That’s unlikely. I’ve ntioned you to her many tis, and she thinks you’re quite good."
"Really? For example, how am I good?"
Jasmine Yale knew he was setting a trap for her again, clearly wanting to hear her praise him.
She simply went along with him and praised, "Good work ability, proper work attitude, good at making money, good at taking care of family, and very good to ."
"Just that?" Sylvan Cheney seed dissatisfied.
"Handso." She smiled and tilted her head to look at him.
From the very beginning of knowing him, it was his face that attracted her.
Back then, he was a clean, cool, and refined young man, bringing a sense of peace to people.
Plus, he gave her a really tasty lollipop, and she followed him.
Sylvan Cheney seed very pleased and squinted his eyes looking into the distance.
After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice covered with a layer of hoarseness and depth, "Jasmine Yale."
"Hmm?"
"In the future, will I be the only man in your heart? I an in the future." He didn’t expect her to have him in her heart before.
He could accept that she liked soone else before.
She nodded, "Sure."
Sylvan Cheney curled his lips, satisfied.
That was enough.
Jasmine Yale thought sotis n were quite easy to please.
"Sylvan Cheney."
"Hmm?"
"Why did you play the piano for Erin Janus? I thought you only played for alone."
Sylvan Cheney paused, "You found out?"
"Were you not planning to tell ?"
"It’s just a performance at a social event, why tell you." Sylvan Cheney said lightly, "No need to make you upset."
"Is that so?"
"Hmm, often you can’t avoid drinking, can’t avoid contact with the opposite sex, and can’t avoid agreeing to so unreasonable requests. These are necessary things in the workplace, unavoidable for everyone. If you avoid them altogether, it only seems pretentious and untily. The most appropriate way is to stick to your bottom line without offending others, got it?"
"Oh..." Jasmine Yale seed to be understanding.
"With your little brain, you might not quite get it."
"Then what’s your bottom line?" Jasmine Yale asked.
"You."
"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale was puzzled, truly puzzled this ti, and tilted her head to look at him.
"Anything that would make you uncomfortable, I wouldn’t do it. Likewise, I won’t allow anyone to hurt you." Sylvan Cheney said, "You’re the first thing I consider with anything."
"You didn’t think that way when you were scolding , did you?"
"I scold you because you’re not obedient!" Sylvan Cheney said angrily, it was unrelated.
"Even scolding can be said so righteously." Jasmine Yale was disdainful.
"I guess I’m the type who, when I like soone, values them more than myself." Sylvan Cheney sighed.
Since falling for Jasmine Yale, he found himself poisoned.
Often when considering things, the first thought was of her, not himself.
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