Chapter 601: Chapter 601: You Can Get Angry with Me
When he left, she no longer had to restrain her emotions and began to sob.
Her tears soaked her pillow.
She cried her heart out.
She didn’t understand, she was no longer a teenage girl, she was already in college.
Why did Sylvan Cheney still control her actions? Not allowing her to do this, not allowing her to do that.
To some extent, they didn’t share blood nor have a contractual relationship. He really had no right to control her.
If he truly disliked her, wouldn’t it be better to just drive her away?
That way, he wouldn’t have to feel frustrated.
Sometimes, she lost her temper too, but in the end, she was still controlled by him, eventually compromising.
Like today, she had no choice but to listen to him.
She cried for a long time under the comforter, her pillow and clothes all soaked with tears.
Pain throbbed in her heart, like a needle piercing through it, spasming with each wave.
She didn’t know how far his distaste for her had gone, it was one thing to reject her confession, love couldn’t be forced.
But why did he have to control her so much?
The more she thought about it, the colder her heart became.
She did not come down for lunch.
Sylvan Cheney sat alone at the dining table, he was the only one in the whole expanse of the table.
The elaborate lunch spread seemed vacant and dreary.
He picked up his chopsticks, glanced at the empty chair opposite him.
He picked up his bowl, took a few bites.
Ultimately, he had no appetite and put down his chopsticks.
When he pushed open Jasmine Yale’s bedroom door, she was already huddled into a ball, fast asleep under the covers.
Half her face was covered by the quilt corner, all marked by tear stains.
Her pillow was still damp.
Sylvan Cheney stood by the bed, looking at her for a long time before going to the bathroom to get a towel.
“Good girl, wake up for lunch,” he gently shook her arm to wake her, “don’t starve yourself.”
Sylvan Cheney’s eyes were filled with caution.
He didn’t expect to make her cry.
When she cried, he was at a loss.
Jasmine Yale woke up at his shake, her eyes opening to meet his handsome face which she didn’t want to see.
She angrily shrugged off his hand, “I’m not eating, I’m tired.”
“Eat before you sleep.”
“I said I’m not eating, aren’t you annoying, I’m not eating,” she said angrily.
Sylvan Cheney wiped her face with the towel, drying all her tear stains.
“Get up and eat, your favorite fish balls are there.”
“I said I’m not eating!” Jasmine Yale pushed away his hand.
Her movements were too abrupt, and the towel fell to the ground.
Jasmine Yale, frightened by her own actions, was no longer sleepy. She sat upright and moved backward.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose my temper at you,” she hugged her knees, her eyes wide and panicked like a deer caught in headlights, “I’m sorry.”
She was the one being bullied, yet she still had to apologize.
“You can lose your temper at me,” Sylvan Cheney answered indifferently.
Having said that, he bent down to pick up the towel and went back to the bathroom.
By the time he came back from the bathroom, Jasmine had already jumped out of bed.
That time, she still couldn’t participate in the student council’s activities, only leaving around two o’clock.
Then, as though to spite Sylvan Cheney, she didn’t return to the Cheney Residence for several months.
However, after the New Year, he seemed to have become very busy and only returned to the Cheney Residence a few times.
So it went, their relationship became very delicate until her 20th birthday, when she got drunk.
In vino veritas, the truth emerges when the wine goes in.
She drank everything.
No matter what, Sylvan Cheney was the first man she had ever loved. After he rejected her, she still couldn’t let go.
She had hoped he would give her a birthday present when she turned twenty, and desired to spend her birthday with him.