"Jasmine, can't you see how my elder brother feels about you?"
"What?" Jasmine Yale looked at him.
Her eyes were aflame.
Did they have to talk about Sylvan Cheney?
"I'll just tell you this: that man grew up amidst schemes and tricks, dark-minded, and trusting no one. Regarding you, he won't genuinely like you, do you understand?"
"Of course, I do. You don't need to teach me." Jasmine glared at him.
Someone like Sylvan Cheney would never fully trust anyone.
That is their code for survival.
"The way he looks at you, it's like... don't be mad, but it's as if he's looking at a lover." Joe Heath said with a quiet chuckle, "You've known him for fifteen years. Have you ever slept with him?"
With a clatter, Jasmine threw down the fork in her hand.
She glared furiously at Joe!
"Joe Heath, show some respect!"
They'd only met a few times, and already he was talking like this?
