Sylvan Cheney's expression was indifferent, exceptionally cold.
He did not want to waste his breath arguing with Joe Heath here.
"Brother, don't you feel that she is avoiding you, afraid of you? She feels suppressed when she's with you, and you don't know how to love someone."
"Do I need you to teach me whether I understand or not?"
"Do you truly love Jasmine?"
Sylvan Cheney scoffed, not deigning to answer any of Joe Heath's questions.
He didn't even want to shout and scream with him in the hallway, indulging his madness.
Joe Heath had been his childhood friend, indeed, and had helped him when he was hunted by enemies during his three years in Lonton.
But that did not mean Joe Heath could meddle in his emotional life.
He, Sylvan Cheney, did not need any brother daring to interfere with his emotional life!
He could help Joe Heath secure his position in the entertainment industry, but he could also pull him down from his high place.
