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Jasmine Yale hadn’t seen Hans Colin in quite a while. When she was a freshman, Hans was a junior.

He was her senior in the same major, who had helped her out many times.

“Senior, have a seat.” Jasmine wiped her hands clean.

Hans sat across from her, watching her for a while, “Jasmine, have you… been crying?”

“Huh? No, haha, these crayfish are so spicy, way too spicy.” Jasmine rubbed her hands, giggling.

Hans chuckled too, he had been observing her for a while – even though it was clear she had been crying, she still wouldn’t admit it.

She was still as stubborn as ever.

“Senior, have you had dinner yet? If not, let’s eat together. Shall I pour you some wine?”

“No need. I need to drive later.”

“Oh, ok. Senior, are you here alone?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting a friend here and ran into you.” Hans gave her a smirk.

Jasmine watched him, it had been a long time since she last saw him. Senior was still the same.

He was very tall, mature, humble, neither arrogant nor impatient.

His eyes were always filled with a light smile, giving people a sense of being at ease around him.

She looked at herself, both hands were greasy, she felt quite embarrassed.

“You go on eating.” Hans smiled, “It’s raining quite heavily outside. Did you bring an umbrella?”

Jasmine shook her head, then nodded.

“Huh? So did you bring one or not?” Hans asked again.

Jasmine shook her head, because she truly didn’t bring one.

As for the nodding, she didn’t want to trouble Hans.

Sure enough, Hans said, “If you didn’t bring one, I’ll give you a ride home later. You might live on my way home.”

“Senior, don’t trouble yourself, I can take a cab home.”

“I happen to be free. It’s been a while since we last met, how have you been?”

“I’ve been fine. I’m a junior reporter at an entertainment company.”

“You’re still the same, unchanging.” Hans laughed, “I’ll drive you home, it’s all right. We are classmates after all.”

“It’s too much trouble…”

“Where do you live? By the way, do you have a boyfriend yet? If you do, then it might not be appropriate for me to drive you.” Hans laughed.

Jasmine shook her head-

just when she was about to speak, suddenly, a strong force landed on the chair she was sitting on.

A pair of strong arms propped up on her wooden chair. Following that was a deep, powerful voice: “The gentleman does not need to trouble himself.”

That voice!

The suppressed breath made it difficult for her to breathe, she didn’t dare to breathe.

The person behind her seemed to press down his body a bit, allowing Jasmine to clearly smell the agarwood fragrance on him—bittersweet, clear, and cold.

Also, the hot breath around her earlobe.

Bit by bit…

It made her blush and her heart race.

Hans felt that the man in front of him was somewhat familiar, but he could not initially recognize who he was.

Jasmine’s boyfriend?

“Jasmine, is this your friend?” Hans asked.

Jasmine did not dare to turn her head. At this moment, she didn’t know whether to nod or shake her head.

Hans gave the man another glance…

Although this man was just wearing a simple black shirt, his presence was powerful. His gaze was sharp, his facial features were deep.

His every move radiated innate dignity along with a sense of “stay away”…

How could Jasmine get together with such a man?

“He is…”

“Husband.”

Once Sylvan Cheney said this, both Jasmine Yale and Hans Colin were shocked!

Jasmine was stunned for a few good minutes. What?

Husband???

What did he say?

Husband? My husband!

Jasmine Yale was completely dumbfounded, her brain blank, her eyes wide.

Did Sylvan Cheney have a drink?

Yes, that’s right, she had smelled a faint scent of alcohol on him, but it wasn’t strong..