Her soft fingers held onto his shirt pitifully, refusing to let go.
Sigh.
It's really bad to make mistakes.
When you make a mistake, you should apologize.
"Let go." Sylvan Cheney glanced at her coldly, lowering his head to look at her.
When he lowered his head, she happened to look up, their eyes met, and fierce sparks flew.
In her tiny pupils was his image, her shimmering large eyes innocent and pitiful.
She was very close to him, so close that... he could see himself in her pupils.
Her high nose bridge, small mouth, delicate eyebrows and eyes.
Sylvan Cheney's throat moved.
Jasmine Yale didn't let go, but her grip wasn't tight either, her voice was full of grievance: "President, I sincerely apologize; I shouldn't have answered the phone. I should have set it to silent... no, no, I should have turned it off."
"Do you think I'm mad at you? Don't flatter yourself." Sylvan Cheney looked at her, "Let go of your hand and eat by yourself."
