At that moment, her heart pounded with nervousness, and she kept her head down, staring at the floor.
Herman Hawthorne put down his pen, sat up straight, and looked at her. "The reason I don't have a girlfriend is that I haven't met a girl who makes my heart race. Just because you like me, does that mean I have to consider you?"
Jasmine Walsh's face paled, and she stammered, "I mean... we could give it a try."
Herman glanced at her coldly. "We're not a good match. I'll pretend I didn't hear any of this today. Go back to what you were doing. If you don't want to be here, you can leave immediately."
Jasmine hadn't expected such a complete rejection. She had imagined that even if he wasn't interested, he would turn her down gently. At least then it wouldn't be so humiliating. But now, he was being utterly merciless.
