Jasmine Yale was so irritated that she rolled her eyes at Sylvan Cheney several times.
However, upon reflection, she recognized that at that time, the Cheney Family was in its most hectic and perilous phase, so his refusal was not without reason.
Alright, she didn't need to make excuses for him—he was just an asshole.
She nuzzled in his embrace, softly calling out his name with tenderness, like a gentle breeze in March: "Sylvan Cheney..."
"Hmm?"
"You said you wouldn't leave me; will you keep your word?"
"I will."
Jasmine Yale tightened her hold on him, craving a sense of security and substantiality, possibly... holding him was the safest way.
For some reason, there always seemed to be an empty feeling in her heart, unreal and vague.
Jasmine Yale's soft hands caressed his chest, wondering if she was being too greedy in wanting him to be by her side for a lifetime.
Without saying more, she just snuggled in his arms.
The rain outside continued relentlessly.
