“DO YOU LOVE HIM ALREADY?!”
“Jasmine!”
Those eyes glared sharply, as if challenging the man in front of him, “what?! Is it true that you love her? Just talk to me!”
The debate this morning was not over. Jasmine sugared her hair back, biting her upper lip irritably. His red eyes were a sign of anger. He felt threatened and was on the edge of his seat. But that is only his mind. Barnard still defines himself as a lover. The man gently pulled Jasmine's second hand. “Jasmine, You know my heart is pounding every time I'm with you? You don't have to be jealous of his status? I never loved that girl. Please believe me," the man tried to convince his beloved.
“Do I have to believe you? Barnard, I'm afraid you're just using me," Jasmine said. Barnard shook his head slowly. “If I had used you,
