Jasmine Yale asked him questions, and he indeed would answer.
But, he never talked much or initiated conversation with her.
"Are you very busy?" she asked.
"Alright."
"I haven't been to the Cheney Family business for a long time. Take me there this afternoon. I'm idle at home anyway," said Jasmine Yale casually.
"Stop messing around."
"I'm not messing with you, I just want to go out for a walk."
"Jasmine Yale, tone down your temper, or I'll send you away anytime."
Jasmine Yale was yelled at by him, feeling aggrieved with tears swirling in her eyes, her face full of hurt.
"I've never met a man who angers me as much as you do," Jasmine Yale said indifferently, "Maybe it's because I have no shame, always being chased away by you yet sticking to you like a mangy dog, staying at the Cheney Residence."
"Have I chased you away?"
"..."
"Since I haven't, why the grievances? Staying at my place, eating my food, wearing my clothes, and I can't even say a word? Huh?"
