"I flew for twelve hours to get back to the country, and I wouldn't just leave easily."
"You think you can say 'no' to me here? Tomorrow morning, I will have someone take you to the airport, whether you like it or not."
"My birthday, why didn't you come."
Jasmine Yale looked up, her autumnal eyes flickering with light, elusive and shimmering; she fluttered her long lashes once, casting a tender yet scorching gaze upon Sylvan Cheney's austere face.
In Sylvan's eyes, however, there was little disturbance, calm and steady, "If I wanted to come, I came; if I didn't, I didn't, satisfied?"
Jasmine Yale trembled with anger, staring into his eyes.
Yes, such irresponsible and shameless words were spoken by him.
Her body, wrapped in the blankets, was shaking, teeth clenched with fury.
Her heart throbbed violently, she was very angry, so very angry.
