The feeling of unease spread throughout her body, her soft little hand rubbing the cup, not knowing where to place her hands or where her eyes should look.
However, the next second, Sylvan Cheney looked up and said blandly, "Don't misunderstand, I just like the feeling of being pursued."
His indifferent and somewhat cool voice spread throughout the quiet private room.
Jasmine Yale was surprised. Since when had he become so vain, liking the feeling of being pursued?
"Oh," Jasmine replied coldly, "The CEO has a fiancée and still wants to be pursued? Looking at it this way, it seems like the CEO's character isn't that great either."
"Alice and I are not engaged."
Jasmine was taken aback, both hands grasping the cup, gently rubbing it.
After a moment, she put away her dazed expression and smiled wryly, "CEO, I'm not a three-year-old child. I'm not that easy to fool."
"Mm, you're not a three-year-old child." Sylvan glanced at her contemptuously, "You're an idiot."
