"Who allowed you to call me by my name." Sylvan Cheney frowned, "I said, I'm returning to Cakago tomorrow."
"I don't like me calling you by your name, huh? If you don't like it, then I won't call it," Jasmine Yale pouted, "Answer me one question, what do you take me for, answer me."
"Jasmine Yale, aren't you annoying."
"If you really see me as a woman who's for sale, as a woman anyone can be with, then give me money, right now."
"Jasmine Yale, are you provoking me? Huh?" There was a hint of anger in Sylvan Cheney's tone.
She was provoking his limits.
"Yes." Jasmine didn't deny it, "If you don't give it, then I'll take it as you considering me as your wife."
"You really have no shame."
"It's you who had no shame to begin with, not giving me the medicine when you clearly had it, and also taking me... once, twice, three, four times!"
"..." Sylvan Cheney had a headache.
"It's clearly you who had no shame."
