"We've met so few times that I can count them all," Jasmine Yale said as she looked at him.
The man in front of her was young and handsome, exuding elegance and grace even in the simplest sweater.
Yet, she could not guess what he was thinking.
"Does liking someone have to be spelled out clearly?" Joe Heath wrinkled his brow in displeasure.
What a fool.
An idiot.
"Oh." Jasmine gave a faint response, then suddenly asked, "Joe Heath, would you use me?"
Joe Heath sneered.
"What's so compelling about you that I would take advantage of? I'm not like my big brother. He's inhuman, but I'm different. Also, my family isn't as complicated as his."
Joe Heath stopped there.
Of course, he wouldn't exploit Jasmine.
Regarding it as any kind of achievement to use women...
Jasmin frowned, "Mr. Cheney...what's so complex about his family?"
She was a bit intrigued.
After all, she had lived in Cheney Residence for twelve years and as far as she could see, things were pretty straightforward.
