"I'm the one who made all the mistakes. Starting from fifteen years ago, I've been making one after another," Jasmine Yale cried heavily. "I always wonder if many things hadn't begun, there wouldn't have been the subsequent entanglements. Tell me, why did I even go back home with you, why..."
Tears streamed down, soaking her pillow.
When she cried, he was still irritated.
After a while.
Sylvan Cheney bent down and kissed her eyebrows, "Stop crying, alright?"
His kiss was delicate and thorough.
Jasmine Yale turned her face away, resisting, "Mr. Cheney, please let me off tonight... I want to at least have a peaceful Christmas Eve. People say that on a peaceful Christmas Eve, you should feel safe and joyful. I also want to be a little happy... please..."
She kept crying as she spoke.
Sometimes, Sylvan Cheney even doubted if she had been prone to crying since she was born.
Ironically, he fell for it every time.
