Sylvan Cheney's face turned pale with anger. Isn't this considered a scold?
Yet, she laughed it off, as if it was nothing.
"Jasmine Yale, if it weren't for the fact that you're pregnant, I'd personally show you what 'wild' means, what a 'man' is, and what 'stamina' is about."
"President, I don't need that experience, I'm not that desperate. Also, I can be quite resentful and petty at times. Some words may linger for a long time before I forget them. For example, you said I've been with many men. For example, you said I'm not self-respecting, and that I exploit men for money. To be blunt, in your eyes, I'm just a woman who survives by selling her body. Sylvan Cheney, do you know these words will stay with me for a long time?"
Jasmine Yale's voice remained as gentle as ever, quiet like a tranquil lake.
Clearly, it stirred no waves, yet Sylvan Cheney was shaken.
He looked into her calm eyes, his heart surged with countless emotions.
