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?"

The man adds, "This minor wound is nothing to me. Don't sympathize with me. I'm used to things

trace of

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

took a large pot of hot soup for

is completely different from giving her jewelry. He gets injured for

said he liked her, but Jasmine didn't feel anything other than

changed her heart

her. Otherwise, why would he do

can tell good from bad. She

of boiling oil

but in fact, his heart

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

the hotpot was served, that incident happened. She had at least eaten something

feels a little hungry.

you are yet to recover, so you can only eat a

it. I won't eat then." Pehry imagines the noodles and loses

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 girl sitting beside him and feels cured, even if they haven't talked heart to

a lot. Otherwise, he wouldn't chase

kind of man do you

sounds abrupt out of the

and puzzled. "You should worry about your injuries instead

"Let's talk about something else to distract me. Otherwise, I will always think about the wound and feel even more

can't retort

sake of his injuries,