She confessed her feelings to him, he rejected her; she climbed into his bed, he walked away without saying anything, and stayed away for three years; she was pregnant with his child, and he insisted on aborting it without a second thought.
This man, he has no heart whatsoever.
Joe Heath held a cigarette in one hand and the steering wheel in the other.
Smoke was swirling around; the car was filled with the smell of cigarettes.
Jasmine Yale kept her eyes shut, head dropped, her face sallow-looking.
"Jasmine, don't be like this, you seem as if you've lost your soul," Joe Heath taunted, "If you like kids, we can have one too."
"Shut up."
"…" A twitching smile appeared on Joe Heath's face, "Not to criticize you or anything, but even though Yolanda is not the mother of that bastard, she is destined to marry my big brother. You, why do you have to interfere? They are living their lives without any issues, and for no reason, you're the one who's upset."
