Let's Get Married

Chapter 710: Staying with Him

Although Jasmine wants to stay with him for a while longer, she has no intention of spending the night here. "Can't you ask him to wait for me?"

Pehry points at the watch on the wall and says, "It's already eleven o'clock. Doesn't he need to sleep?"

Jasmine can't retort that. Pehry is right. The driver can't sleep in the car. It's not nice.

Should she leave now?

But what if he has a fever at night? This is a wealthy neighborhood with no hospital. With the driver gone, will he be safe at home alone?

The scene of a man dying all by himself in his home comes to her mind. Jasmine frowns even harder and struggles for a decision.

To leave or to stay? What a conundrum!

Pehry waits for a while but doesn't receive an answer. So, he takes the opportunity to show her how miserable he is, "If you want to leave, then leave. I'm used to this. It won't matter if I have a fever at night. I'll just go to the hospital the next day."

"It will be too late then." Jasmine gets anxious again. "How come a grown man as yourself doesn't have common sense? You can get dehydrated running a fever all night. Moreover, the fever must be induced by inflammation. It's different from an ordinary fever."

Pehry shrugs and helplessly spreads out his hands. "Then what can I do by myself?"

Jasmine can’t stand to see him not care about himself. She grits her teeth and stands up from the sofa, saying, "Forget it. I'm not leaving. I'll go back tomorrow morning."

Pehry looks at the little girl who just reaches the height of his shoulder. His pitch-black pupils have her reflection. A strange feeling is growing in his heart. "Aren't you afraid? Why are you staying?"

Jasmine thinks of what happened in the private room and says awkwardly, "You are injured badly because you took the hit for me. How can I leave you alone?"

Pehry smiles and looks down. "What? You feel sorry for me?"

Jasmine doesn't say anything. The man adds, "This minor wound is nothing to me. Don't sympathize with me. I'm used to things like this."

Looking at Pehry's nonchalant expression, she somehow finds a trace of hidden fragility under this hard and seemingly impenetrable face.

Jasmine looks up at him and says, "I don't. I'm just thankful that you helped me."

After all, he took a large pot of hot soup for her without hesitation. Not everyone has such courage.

This is completely different from giving her jewelry. He gets injured for her.

Pehry always said he liked her, but Jasmine didn't feel anything other than his teases.

But today, he has changed her heart through his action.

Perhaps Pehry really likes her. Otherwise, why would he do that?

Even though Jasmine is a little slow in relationships, she can tell good from bad. She understands what it takes for Pehry to do that today.

Sincerity deserves to be taken seriously. He protected her from that pot of boiling oil with his body, so she cannot leave him alone at home.

Pehry snorts indifferently, but in fact, his heart has melted. 'You still have conscience,' thinks he.

Jasmine doesn't have the mood to mess around with him. "Do you want to eat something? Are you hungry?" she asks.

Tonight, just as the hotpot was served, that incident happened. She had at least eaten something at school, but he has been starving because he waited for her.

Reminded, Pehry feels a little hungry. "What can you cook?"

"All the ordinary dishes. But you are yet to recover, so you can only eat a bowl of light noodles."

"Forget it. I won't eat then." Pehry imagines the noodles and loses his appetite. "Come over and talk to me."

Jasmine walks to his bedside and sits down. She reaches out to turn the bed lamp to its dimmest, looking at the man lying on the pillow. Last time, he was fierce to her in this room, but now he is lying on his stomach like a child. She finds the difference amusing.

Perhaps tired, he feels sleepy the moment his head touches the pillow. He gazes at the girl sitting beside him and feels cured, even if they haven't talked heart to heart.

He likes Jasmine a lot. Otherwise, he wouldn't chase her and almost get his back damaged protecting her.

"Jasmine, what kind of man do you like?"

It sounds abrupt out of the silence. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She is shocked and puzzled. "You should worry about your injuries instead of me."

"I'm asking you." Pehry refuses to give up and continues, "Let's talk about something else to distract me. Otherwise, I will always think about the wound and feel even more uncomfortable."

She can't retort that excuse.

Well, for the sake of his injuries, she reluctantly talks about it.

Jasmine tilts her head and thinks about her ideal man. "I like clean and fair man. It's best he doesn't talk too much. He should be smart and responsible."

Pehry says, "I'm all those things."

"..."

Is he? He has such a temper and is unreasonable. He is nothing like what she wants!

Pehry can tell what she is thinking and asks frankly, "Do you think I'm a terrible person?"

Jasmine really wants to say yes, but considering he is a patient, she puts it the other way, "No, but you're not my type."

"Why? What's wrong with me?"

Pehry cannot figure it out. He is rich, powerful, and generous to his girl. Why doesn't she like him?

Could it be that there is really such a thing as retribution? He used to play with other people's feelings, so now, this is his turn to get screwed over?

"You are not that bad. I just think we're from two different worlds. You're so much older than me, and your job and background are completely different from mine. There are just too many differences between us," Jasmine says sincerely, since it is rare that he would open his heart to her.

"These are all excuses." Pehry doesn't think so. Love is not about classes.

The more he thinks about it, the more unconvinced he becomes. "Jasmine, are you vengeful towards the rich?"

"Look. This is the biggest difference between us. I'm being serious, but you think I'm biased against you?"

"..."

Alright, she has learned how to annoy people. Good. Very good!

Pehry glares at her and replies, "I shouldn't have protected you. I'll give you a taste of ruthless capitalist scum."