Keith was speechless. There was nothing he could say against what Jasmine said.

He walked away, biting his lips.

Jasmine went into the room and sat beside the bed.

Boyce came in and closed the door. He stood at the door for quite a while before sitting next to her on the bed. He kept a distance between them and remained silent.

The night was falling and the house was getting dimmer.

“Jasmine…”

“Mr. Shawn...”

They called each other at the same time and stopped at the same time.

“Call me Boyce,” Boyce said.

Jasmine smiled, “I almost forgot you are promoted. You must be hungry, let me prepare you dinner.”

She stood up as she spoke and went to the kitchen. Boyce pulled her hand as she walked by.

Jasmine turned and met his gaze; the room was lightened up by the sunset.

"Do you not mind my age…”

"I won't mind if you don't mind be being an orphan." Jasmine interrupted.

Boyce had never cared about that, his only concern was his age.

"I won't mind about that, I know you are a kind girl."

Jasmine lowered her head, blushing happily. Her other hand gripped tight on her shirt, "Do you like me too?"

Boyce was silent for a moment and said, "I suppose."

sounded awkward but she believed

looked up at him,

“A little,” Boyce said.

“Do you plan to keep holding my

like to be hold by you, but I don’t want you to be hungry, I’m going to prepare dinner,

as he looked at the hand held by Jasmine earlier. He walked out and watched Jasmine working in the kitchen. She was

Boyce nodded.

at him. He looked handsome and gentle with his delicate features despite

wearing

belonged to Keith,

get you some changing clothes tomorrow.” Jasmine wanted to buy some meat for him, he was injured, he

the friend that likes you,” Boyce continued, “I will

want to

tomato and gave it to him, “Are

him being close to you,” Boyce said with a stern

and not uttering sweet words, Jasmine thought he looked cute, like a boy

don’t like it,” Jasmine said as she put the potato

then took out some peppers and asked, “Do you

in his hand, the skin was a

this is how a ripe tomato looks

never paid attention to how a tomato

want a bite?” Boyce asked as he

chopping up the pepper,

turned it to the side where he had

side is clean,”

lips and began sobbing. It was not something

because this love appeared out of a sudden? Or perhaps because she had

couldn’t explain her feeling now, tears

the tomato and wiped off her tears, “Don’t cry, I’ll

said made Jasmine

something wrong?” Boyce

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