Let's Get Married

Although Jasmine wants to stay with him for a while longer, she has no intention of spending the night here. "Can't you ask him to wait for me?"

Pehry points at the watch on the wall and says, "It's already eleven o'clock. Doesn't he need to sleep?"

Jasmine can't retort that. Pehry is right. The driver can't sleep in the car. It's not nice.

Should she leave now?

But what if he has a fever at night? This is a wealthy neighborhood with no hospital. With the driver gone, will he be safe at home alone?

The scene of a man dying all by himself in his home comes to her mind. Jasmine frowns even harder and struggles for a decision.

To leave or to stay? What a conundrum!

Pehry waits for a while but doesn't receive an answer. So, he takes the opportunity to show her how miserable he is, "If you want to leave, then leave. I'm used to this. It won't matter if I have a fever at night. I'll just go to the hospital the next day."

"It will be too late then." Jasmine gets anxious again. "How come a grown man as yourself doesn't have common sense? You can get dehydrated running a fever all night. Moreover, the fever must be induced by inflammation. It's different from an ordinary fever."

Pehry shrugs and helplessly spreads out his hands. "Then what can I do by myself?"

Jasmine can’t stand to see him not care about himself. She grits her teeth and stands up from the sofa, saying, "Forget it. I'm not leaving. I'll go back tomorrow morning."

Pehry looks at the little girl who just reaches the height of his shoulder. His pitch-black pupils have her reflection. A strange feeling is growing in his heart. "Aren't you afraid? Why are you staying?"

Jasmine thinks of what happened in the private room and says awkwardly, "You are injured badly because you took the hit for me. How can I leave you alone?"

Pehry smiles and looks down. "What? You feel sorry for me?"

nothing to me. Don't sympathize with me. I'm used to things like

she somehow finds a trace of hidden fragility under this hard and

says, "I don't. I'm just thankful that

all, he took a large pot of hot soup for her

her jewelry.

always said he liked her, but Jasmine didn't feel

today, he has changed her heart

Otherwise, why would

can tell good from bad. She understands what it

deserves to be taken seriously. He protected her from that pot of boiling oil with his body,

fact, his heart has

mood to mess around with him. "Do you want to eat something? Are

that incident happened. She had at least eaten something at school,

a little

dishes. But you are yet to recover, so

noodles and loses his appetite. "Come

sits down. She reaches out to turn the bed lamp to its dimmest, looking at the man lying on the pillow. Last time, he was fierce to her in this room,

the pillow. He gazes at the girl sitting beside

Otherwise, he wouldn't chase her and almost

kind of

abrupt out

is shocked and puzzled. "You should worry about

about something else to

retort that

the sake of his injuries, she reluctantly