As expected, it was a complete failure.
After being rejected, she didn't have many feelings for him anymore, the love was hidden deeply in her heart.
On her twentieth birthday, she drank too much, alcohol stimulated her.
Moreover, she had waited for him for a long time, and he did not come back, making her a bit upset.
This complex emotion and years of feelings, once stimulated by alcohol, turned into a tragedy—she ended up in his bed.
Now, he returned unscathed.
He was still the powerful yet reserved Mr. Cheney of Landon, with a noble identity and a prominent status.
She was still the ordinary person, living a mediocre life.
If it weren't for fate, she might never have the chance to utter a word to him in her life.
There was an indescribable feeling spreading in her heart, a bit bitter.
"Jasy, is it that difficult to be with me?" Sylvan Cheney frowned.
"If only I were still eighteen," Jasmine Yale said quietly, resting on his chest.
