He, who had always been rational, showed his only bit of sentimentality when facing her.
At least, so far, there are no regrets.
"Mr. President, from now on, try not to trust people so easily, especially beautiful women. You can dodge other tricks, but can you resist the beauty trap?" Jasmine Yale said with a smile, "Men all have their weaknesses."
"If you really used a beauty trap on me, I'd be willing to fall for it," Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes.
"You may want to be a foolish ruler, but I don't want to be a femme fatale! I'm serious. Confidential, important things shouldn't be casually shared, especially with someone we've only known for a few months."
"I'm aware," Sylvan said, "Besides, I don't think you have the mind to betray me, my little idiot."
"..." Jasmine gave him a sidelong glance.
She was clearly trying to talk about something important, but now it had turned into him teasing her.
