"So what? Haven't you always had everything figured out? Last year when you were with me, you just wanted to play around, right? The person you really want to marry is someone like Miss Janus, someone rich, powerful, and prestigious, isn't it?" Jasmine Yale stared into Sylvan Cheney's eyes, questioning him.
Their gazes met, and the sunset light blended into an indifferent color.
Sylvan Cheney still gripped Jasmine Yale's card, but didn't apply force, just didn't let go.
He remained silent for a long time, a heavy glow in his eyes.
After a while, he spoke quietly, "Dating doesn't equal marriage. If it's not suitable, there's no need to marry."
"You're right. Mr. Cheney always does things cautiously, distinguishing between priorities and weighing the pros and cons. Dating should just be for fun, but to truly marry, you need to find the right person. Mr. Cheney, you're really smart, and that's why I can't compare to you."
