Jasmine ponders for a moment. She knows that Pehry is omnipotent. Even the law can't completely
confine him. However, it is always good to have such a statement. At the very least, she can use the
law to protect her legitimate rights and interests.
With that thought, Jasmine finally nods in agreement. She takes a deep breath, looking like a heroine
who is leaving for wars. "Alright, then we have a deal. I promise to be your girlfriend for a month. If I still
don't like you after a month, you can't pester me anymore!"
The man smiles in satisfaction and lazily says, "Alright."
"But you have to keep your word. You can't do anything to me!"
"Don't worry." Pehry waves his hand magnanimously. "I have a hundred ways to solve loneliness, not
only you."
He accentuates his tone, fearing that she will not be able to understand the deeper meaning behind his
words.
Jasmine's face flushes with embarrassment as she curses softly, "Rogue!"
Then, she quickly walks forward, as if a beast is chasing after her.
Pehry catches up with her effortlessly with big strides. He feels as if he is on cloud nine. "Hey, girlfriend.
Don't walk so fast, your husband can't keep up with you..."
The word 'husband' makes Jasmine's face turn red. She doesn't know if it is because she is walking too
fast or because of some other reason. Her heart is beating faster and faster.
She doesn't need to turn around and can feel the burning gaze of the man after her...
It is such a long distance from the alley to the car. But the girl who walks so fast doesn't even stop.
When she finally gets into the car and wants to catch her breath, the man also sits in less than half a
minute.
He has to bend his legs to get in the car. And the wind messes up his hair and places it in front of his
forehead. It is clearly a sloppy look. But with that handsome face, there is an indescribable sense of
beauty.
Jasmine doesn't know where Pehry takes out a red velvet box. He doesn't open it, but tosses it to her.
Jasmine subconsciously catches it and sees the LOGO on it. It is a brand that she sees on the popular
recommendation videos. It is a very expensive luxury jewelry brand.
"What are you doing?"
"This is for you."
Jasmine immediately puts the box back, "I don't want..."
Even if a pair of basic small earrings from it will cost a five-figure number, let alone a gift from Pehry.
She can't accept such an expensive gift.
Pehry is impatient as his sharp gaze sweeps over, "Just accept it. Why are you talking so much
nonsense?"
"I don't want it." The girl's delicate brows furrow as she rejects in an aggravated tone, "I can't accept
such an expensive gift."
Pehry thought that she doesn't know about this brand, but when he hears the word "expensive", he
raises his eyebrows in surprise.
She knows it is expensive but still rejects it?
Pehry simply takes the box over and opens it. Under the dim light in the car, a platinum bracelet
covered with broken diamonds shines brightly.
The dazzling bracelet shocks Jasmine. She thinks it is beautiful enough in the picture, but she doesn't
expect the real thing is even more beautiful... However, she still can't accept it.
God knows how expensive this bracelet is. She doesn't want to have anything to do with this man.
"Put it on." Pehry doesn't give her any chance to refuse. He directly takes out the bracelet and says,
"Or do you want me to help you wear it?"
Along the way, Jasmine feels that she is the one who is being oppressed. She can't endure it anymore,
"Don't you understand other people's rejection?"
"Why do you refuse? Don't you like it? Do you want other styles?"
Jasmine is too incensed to speak and even laughs out loud. She simply turns her head to the side and
says, "Anyway, I don't want it. Give it to whomever you want."
If she didn't want it, what could he do?
It turns out that Pehry won't do anything to her, but he takes a move that makes her even more
shocked.
This man stuffs the bracelet back into the box without a look. He lowers the car window and throws it
out.
Although the driver and manager are silent, they are all paying attention to the situation behind them.
Seeing such a move, they are shocked.
Just throw it away?
Jasmine turns her head when she hears the noise. Her gaze is locked on the window that hasn't been
fully lifted. She looks at the incomparably calm man in shock, "Are you crazy?!"
Pehry doesn't think it is a big deal and says lightly, "Since you don't want it, I throw it away."
"You, you...!" Jasmine doesn't know what to say. Seeing that there is someone riding by, she directly
pulls open the car door without saying a word. She goes round to Pehry's side and bends down to
search carefully.
Fortunately, the box is conspicuous. It doesn't take much effort to find it under the holly on the roadside.
She takes the box and walks to the car. Pulling open Pehry's side door, she throws it onto him
forcefully. She doesn't know if she is angry at him or her useless behavior. Her eyes turns red and she
yells, "Have it back!"
She throws the box with all of her forces. It hurts when the box hits on his wrist bone. Pehry is just
about to look up and yell back. Unexpectedly, she directly walks forward angrily.
The driver is also stupefied, "Mr. Pehry, shall we chase after her?"
"..."
Pehry grits his teeth and says, "No need."
Just as the driver thinks that he is going to give up, the man gets out of the car and quickly walks
forward without saying a word.
His legs are longer and he strides quickly. Jasmine is grabbed by her arm before she can even walk a
few dozen meters.
She tries her best to get his grip off, but unfortunately, there is a difference between men and women.
Her little strength is simply not enough, so she can only be obediently stopped on the spot.
"Let me go!" Her furious voice is mixed with an obvious crying tone.
Pehry frowns. The playfulness on his face faded, leaving only seriousness. He looks at her big eyes
which are now sparkling with tears.
Under the street lamps, the girl's fair and tender face is full of grievances. It is him who is smashed. He
doesn't say anything. Why does she feel wronged?
Pehry doesn't have any experience in coaxing women. He only feels that the tears are especially
disturbing. He orders in a low voice, "Hold back your tears!"
Jasmine feels even more aggrieved. Doesn't she even have the right to cry now? Those are her eyes
and her tears. What does he care?
With that thought, tears rolled down her face like a twisted faucet.
Pehry looks at her tears and feels weird.
He feels as though he’s received a huge electric shock and loosened the hand that is holding her arm.
Then he places his hands loosely in his pocket and raises his head, letting out a deep breath towards
the sky.
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