An unusual sensation welled up inside her, something she had never felt before.
"Are...are you...courting me?" Jasmine Yale looked at him uncertainly.
"Am I not supposed to?"
Sylvan Cheney burned her with his hot gaze.
"No." Jasmine's expression was one of discomfort and alarm. "Why would you...pursue me...?"
Sylvan's face fell. What kind of question was that?
Jasmine was nervous, her brain going blank from the anxiety.
Once blank, she had no idea what to say.
She just thought it was incredible.
She had never expected Sylvan Cheney to pursue her.
Why would he go after such an ordinary woman like her?
Even if he didn't like Yolanda Fern, there were plenty of other girls who were as attractive and wealthy as Yolanda.
Why would he go after her?
