Let's Get Married

Chapter 772: Restrain Himself for Her Sake

He never disbelieves her. What he cannot believe is his own grandfather.

Everything the old man has done in the past is still vivid in Pehry's mind. Every single thing he has done is more than what Jasmine can bear.

Pehry doesn't want her to experience all the things that his parents have endured. That was too painful. He was deeply traumatized even though he has only experienced it as his parents' son, let alone his parents themselves.

Seeing that he remains silent, the passion in Jasmine's heart also fades out. It is not that she isn't worried or anxious at all. But under the pressure from the old man, she wants Pehry to see her determination.

That's why she pretends to be strong and relaxed. She wants to give him faith, but she did not expect Pehry to be the one who flinches first.

Jasmine puts down the chopsticks in her hand, all her appetite lost, "Pehry, are you thinking about backing down?"

Without giving him chance to speak, she continues, "Even I myself am not afraid. What are you so afraid of?"

Mr. Alfred has scolded her, spoken ill of her, and even insulted her, but she can ignore all those things. What she only cares about is the attitude of the man in front of her.

Just a few demoralizing words from him discourage her more than anything else. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Jasmine's courage is like the air going out of a balloon which is burst by a needle.

She stands up, looking somewhat panicked, "I'll go home now. We can talk after you've think it through ..."

Before she can finish speaking, Pehry grabs her by her wrist and pulls her back, "That's not what I mean. Don't worry."

It was fine when he says nothing, but Jasmine feels great grievance the moment he began to speak. Her eyes immediately turn red, "Then what do you mean ..."

"I'm just afraid that my grandpa may do something to you. I'm afraid that you will be affected."

Jasmine opens her mouth, wanting to say something, but she is interrupted by him before she can make a sound.

"I know what you're trying to say. You're not afraid. Yes, that's fine. But I'm scared. I don't want you to face something cruel and dark. Seeing you sitting face-to-face with him, my heart was filled with fear. The fear hasn't gone away yet." Pehry knits his eyebrows tightly, the look on his face more serious than ever, "You don't know him, but I know him very well. I know very well how cruel he can be and what kind of man he is."

It is precisely because he knows his grandfather so well that he feels more and more uneasy.

After listening to his explanation, Jasmine feels a little less grievance in her heart, "Then you want to break up with me? Just because you're afraid?"

Hearing that she says 'break up', Pehry's face suddenly clouds over. He stands up and pulls her into his embrace, his breath somewhat unstable, "No, you have to stay by my side."

Jasmine feels a little relieved when she hears that. She raises her hand to stroke the back of the man and comforts him softly, "I know you have a lot of worries, but we are being together now. That's the

best thing, right? I am not someone else, and nor are you. We are different from others, so everything else will also be different. As long as we don't change our minds, nothing can separate us apart."

Pehry holds her even more tightly as he listens to her words.

"Yes." He still feels uneasy, his voice a little hoarse, "Everything will be fine."

He can find a way to make his grandfather agree. As long as he can be with Jasmine, he can use his future for exchange.

At worst, he must completely obey Mr. Alfred's order and do as he is told from now on. But as long as she is by his side, there can still be some warmth and light in his life.

Jasmine still stays in the villa that night. Holding the girl in his arms, Pehry is finally at ease. Only when he smells the scent of her body can he feel that his heart is no longer so empty.

Although they remain silent, they both know that it is already past midnight when they finally fall asleep.

No one can keep calm when something like that happens.

Early the next morning, Pehry asks a chauffeur to send Jasmine back to school, since she still has lessons to attend. He cannot occupy her learning time.

But he drives back to his family's old mansion. When the car enters the yard, even the butler is shocked. He looks at Pehry in disbelief, "Mister ... Mr. Pehry?"

Pehry raises his eyes and says expressionlessly, "Where's my grandfather?"

"Mr. Alfred is practicing calligraphy in the study."

Calligraphy?

Pehry sneers. He recalls the time when he passed by the study and accidentally saw his grandfather practicing calligraphy when he was eight years old. The old man was holding the brush in his hand with strength and his movements were also very beautiful. However, on the white paper, there were characters written not in black ink, but red ink.

He wrote characters with other people's blood, and then sent the calligraphy back to them. The cruel thing his grandfather has done is still deeply rooted in Pehry's mind, and he can never forget it.

He frowns, but he walks directly to the study without saying a word.

He walks to the study with his head held high. As he pushes the door open after knocking on it impatiently for three times, Mr. Alfred does not look surprised. It is as if he knows it is Pehry.

"You're back."

Pehry is not in the mood for any greeting. He throws the car key on the table with a huge sound, and gets straight to the point, "Let's talk about what happened yesterday."

The old man doesn't even raise his head. He continues writing with his hand. "I've already said all I wanted to say yesterday. What else do you want to talk about?"

Looking at the calm look on the old man's face, Pehry knows very well that the calmer Mr. Alfred is on the surface, the uglier the hidden things are.

He presses his hand on the top-grade calligraphy paper to interrupt the old man forcefully, "Stop writing. Let's talk before I lose my temper."

Pehry's tone is impatient. Although it is common for him to have disagreement with Mr. Alfred over a lot of things, there is usually a big fight. It is rare to see a confrontation as calm as this one between them.

He is a different person when he gets really serious.

The old man has no choice but to put down the brush in his hand, his gaze focused on the hand pressed on the table. His voice is so calm that it makes people shiver, "Every move you are making now may harm that girl."

Pehry has a severe twitch in his eye, and there is almost a malicious look on his face. He grits his teeth and says, "Are you trying to do something to her?"

"What can you do if I want to do something to her?" The old man doesn't beat around the bush and just be frank with Pehry. "Are you able to protect her if I want to do something to her?"

Pehry's entire body is extremely stiff, as if he is going to explode if he gets more irritated.

"So the best choice for you is to take the initiative to break up with her. In that way both of you can suffer less."

Pehry knows that Mr. Alred is not just trying to frighten him for fun. Looking at the wrinkled face in front of him, Pehry feels fierce emotions surging in his mind. But finally he can only try to restrain himself.

He tries to restrain himself not because he is afraid, but because of Jasmine.

However, the more compromises Pehry is willing to make, the more determined the old man becomes. He can't allow Pehry and Jasmine to be together. If Pehry is willing to make so many compromises just to make Mr. Alfred agree, what will he do if their family's competitors get their hands on the girl? Will this girl be Pehry's Achilles’ heel?

That is something Mr. Alfred absolutely cannot allow to happen.