"Who said I want to buy clothes? I have plenty, don't need to buy any," she looked at him with feigned arrogance.
Sylvan Cheney's hands paused for a moment, his profound gaze shining with meaningful light that fell on her face, unwavering.
Jasmine Yale felt goosebumps under his stare.
She had no ground to stand on in front of him; whether it was his presence or demeanor, both overwhelmed her by miles.
Feeling his gaze, she felt uneasy.
"Not going? If we're not going, then I'll head to the office," Sylvan Cheney's voice was smooth, but laced with pressure throughout.
"Are you truly taking me to buy clothes?" Jasmine gripped the chair, her little hand constantly stroking it, waiting for his response.
"Isn't it a reward?"
"Oh, so it's not sincere? It's because I wanted to come?" Jasmine got angry. How could there be such an inept man at conversation, unable to coax her even a little?
"..."
Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow.
"Not going?" he asked again.
