She held her head, not daring to lift her eyes to look at Sylvan Cheney.
Not daring at all!
Her courage had shattered; who knew he would come back at this time, and without a sound?!
Jasmine Yale was truly terrified!
She covered her head, her heart pounding "thump, thump," waiting for Sylvan to lose his temper.
Suddenly, there was silence around her ears, only the sound of flipping test papers could be heard.
After a while, Sylvan spoke in a deep voice, "Jasmine Yale, what have I told you? Are you taking my words for granted?"
Scared out of her wits, Jasmine did not dare to utter a sound, motionless against the desk, her head low, looking at the tabletop.
"Speak."
In Sylvan's eyes was an indifferent gleam, like icy, cold snow, devoid of warmth.
His sharp gaze fixed on Jasmine, his pupils constricted.
