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 homees 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 toote then." Jasmine gets anxious again. "Howe a grown man as yourself doesn''t
havemon sense? You can get dehydrated running a fever all night. Moreover, the fever must be
induced by inmmation. 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-ck 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 nonchnt expression, she somehow finds a trace of hidden fragility under this
hard and seemingly imprable face.
Jasmine looks up at him and says, "I don''t. I''m just thankful that you helped me."
After all, he took arge pot of hot soup for her without hesitation. Not everyone has such courage.
This ispletely 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 rtionships, 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 bedmp 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.
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 ufortable."
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 y 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 arepletely 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.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.
"These are all excuses." Pehry doesn''t think so. Love is not about sses.
The more he thinks about it, the more unconvinced he bes. "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 res at her and replies, "I shouldn''t have protected you. I''ll give you a taste of ruthless capitalist
scum."