Chapter 681: Chapter 681: Have the Ability to Control Me for a Lifetime, Eh?
On the day she was due to take photos, she had meticulously braided her hair at home.
She recalled having an argument with Sylvan Cheney about it.
It happened to be the first semester of senior year, the workload was particularly heavy, yet she was at that age of eighteen or nineteen, so she was very particular about her appearance.
There was a surge in jewelry trends in her class.
The girls couldn’t afford very expensive jewelry, but they loved all sorts of different styles.
Bohemian, cute, sexy styles…
Jasmine Yale also liked to follow her classmates to buy from the shops outside their school.
At that time, she bought a lot of hair clips and hair ties.
Some were adorned with pearls, some took the shape of cute little animals, and others were in the form of stars and moons…
In the evenings, she enjoyed dressing up in her room.
Sometimes she would switch to something cute, sometimes to something sexier.
Being young, she didn’t dare to be too flamboyant, only daring to strut in her room when nobody was around.
In this way, Jasmine would hide in her room every night.
She would secretly dress up in her room.
Eventually, Sylvan Cheney noticed it.
One morning, she planned to wear a beautiful star hair tie for her ID photo, hoping to create a beautiful memory.
But to her surprise, just as she put it on, Sylvan Cheney appeared, his face cold as ice.
“Aren’t you coming down for breakfast?”
Startled by his sudden presence, Jasmine hastened to close her drawer.
“I… I haven’t finished brushing my hair…” she sat in front of the mirror, her eyes flickering, “Why did you come up yourself…”
Sylvan Cheney did not reply, but simply walked towards her with a stern face.
Jasmine instinctively blocked her vanity’s drawer, pretending to brush her hair.
“What’s in the drawer?”
“Nothing really, just some trinkets.”
“They’re just a girl’s little trinkets, nothing worth seeing.” Jasmine refused.
But, Sylvan Cheney was not someone she could refuse easily.
The more she refused, the colder he became.
He pulled open her drawer!
Inside was a myriad of inexpensive trinkets!
Bracelets costing just a dozen yuan, hairpins only a few yuan, even handmade little mirrors…
“Your mind is not on your studies?”
Sylvan Cheney spoke in a low, stern voice, his piercing gaze landing on her face.
She felt humiliated under his stare, as if she’d done something wrong.
Even though she didn’t do anything wrong.
“Everyone else is buying them, so I bought them too.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Don’t you know you’re in your senior year? Your grades are a mess and you still can’t focus on your studies.” Sylvan Cheney chastized her.
Seeing the drawer filled with colored items, his face certainly looked unpleasant.
“I’m not a mess, okay? I’m just average, not the last.” Jasmine rebutted.
She did not look at him, silently resting her head in her hand, looking at the mirror.
“Where do you get the nerve to talk back to me?”
“It’s annoying, can’t you stop nagging me about everything. If you can, then keep doing it for my whole life.” Jasmine was angry, raising her voice, “You’re always meddling, always meddling. Can’t you just mind your own business?”
Jasmine’s voice was loud, she was so angry that she slammed the drawer shut.
She was not being unreasonable.
Did she not have a sense of proportion? Did he have to overreact like that?
All the girls in the class liked these little things, why couldn’t she like them too?
She picked up her comb and started combing her hair in front of the mirror.
But remembering that she was supposed to take photos that day, she still chose to braid her hair neatly and pick out a pretty hair tie.
“Going to school, dressing up so prettily for whom to see.” Sylvan Cheney crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking at her.
His eyes were filled with an icy chill and discontent.