"What are you looking at?" Sylvan Cheney noticed she was engrossed and followed her gaze.
It was fine before he looked, but once he did, he saw her eyes were on a man ahead.
Jasmine Yale quickly withdrew her gaze and clung to his arm, "Nothing."
"Saying it's nothing, huh? Is that man better looking than me? So absorbed in him." Sylvan seemed slightly displeased.
The man she looked at was quite good-looking, tall, with a tasteful outfit, but young, seemingly in his twenties, with a hint of youthful mischief.
"No way, you're much better looking." Jasmine coaxed, "In my eyes, you're the best—handsome, stylish, perfect."
"Then what's with staring at him for several minutes? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney pressed on.
"Are you jealous?"
"..." Sylvan gave her a sidelong glance, "Not really."
"Alright, I won't look anymore. I promise you! Those guys can't move me; only you are the one I hold dear to my heart." Jasmine continued to coax.
This flattery made Sylvan's heart blossom with joy.
