Let's Get Married

In the next second, the soft blanket lands on her shoulder, with the warmth of Pehry's palm. Jasmine keeps a tight grip on the
blanket and turns to look at the man sitting beside her.
He has a perfect face. It does not mean that his features are as delicate as a girl's, but that every feature is in proportion. He has
a kind of natural charm. It is pleasing to look at him.
It is hard for Jasmine to imagine that such a man washes her hands and worries about her.
Suddenly, she is touched. She holds the glass tightly. His name bursts out with her heartbeat, "Pehry."
"Yes?"
"Do you think ... we will be together forever?"
Jasmine loves him to the bone. In a happy time, she is afraid of losing him.
It is hard for her to imagine the life without Pehry or living with another man in the future.
Pehry looks at her white face. He doesn't know why she suddenly asks this question. Seeing the uncertainty and fear in her
eyes, he doesn't answer, but asks, "Why do you worry?"
Jasmine doesn't know how to say. She doesn't want him to see her being like this, "I feel that ... I can't accept anyone else."
Her heart is so small that she is filled with Pehry. There is no room to let in others.
Pehry puts on a faint smile and his face softens up, "I said I wouldn't let go of your hand, so there's no need to worry. Don't think
of accepting other men. I have a bad temper, you know."
Jasmine laughs out loud when she hears the last threatening words, "You know what?"
She remembers that when she first met Pehry, he was completely different from now. Then he was got a fiery temper, like a
bazooka, and flared up at the slightest provocation every day.
"When I first came into contact with you, I had no idea that I would be with you." Jasmine suddenly sighs with emotion. It hasn't
been a long time, but she always feels like they have been together for a long time.

"What did you think when you agree to be my girlfriend?" From Pehry's point of view, Jasmine seems to have always been
forced by him, even being his girlfriend.
"I didn't think much. I just thought that after a while, you would find someone else if you got tired of me."
Pehry laughs, "You didn't expect that you would love me in the end, did you?"
"That's right, I really didn't expect to like you so much."
"Should I be happy?" Pehry feels that it is not a compliment to him.
"But there is one more thing." Jasmine thinks of Bridget's recent phone call and feels a little worried, "I know about the scandal,
but my mother is very worried and has been asking me if I have cut off contact with you."
Bridget has been worried about Jasmine and Pehry since Pehry's grandfather talked with her. She is so anxious.
"Right now, in my mother's eyes, I'm just a bad woman who tries best to marry into a wealthy family." Jasmine shakes her head
helplessly and says with frustration, "I don't know how to explain it to her."
Pehry says seriously, "Tell your mother the truth."
Jasmine doesn't think so. "Will she understand if I tell her? She may think that I am fooling her."
For Bridget who has been living an honest life, using a female celebrity to sensationalize scandal is too far away from life. It is so
far away that she doesn't think it is true.
If she doesn't know Pehry, Jasmine won't believe that such a thing will happen. But it happened right in front of her eyes.
Jasmine doesn't tell Bridget about the relationship, because she knows very well that Bridget will not understand.
It is useless to tell Bridget. It will make her worry more about Jasmine. Therefore, Jasmine says nothing.
But how long can such a white lie last?
Every time she says 'I don't contact with Pehry' to Bridget, Jasmine feels very flustered. She feels that the lie will be exposed
sooner or later.
She is not a good liar. Neither was she, nor is she now.

Pehry knows that she is feeling uncomfortable. Ever since he took over his family's business, he has almost no time of his own.
Every day, he is filled with all sorts of jobs. He has to meet all kinds of people. Regardless of whether he can manage it or not,
he has to give a satisfactory answer.
He doesn't have the mood to think about his feelings and emotions. The only leisure time he squeezes out is reserved for
Jasmine, but even so, it isn't enough. It is far from enough.
As a boyfriend, he wants to handle everything on his own, but he can't avoid putting pressure on her.
"Jasmine, if your mother doesn't understand, I can explain to her."
"No." Jasmine refuses without thinking, "If you tell her yourself, my mother will definitely think more."
They are silent as they face each other. This situation has lasted for a period of time. They could avoid it before. However, the
atmosphere tonight is so relaxed that they speak it out.
Jasmine stops thinking of this problem first. "Don't think too much. There must be a way before the car arrives. As long as my
mother is relieved, we can talk about things in the future. Anyway, we still have time."
No girl doesn't want to have a safe love. Jasmine's words don't mean that she doesn't care. She just doesn't want to add
pressure to him.
It is because Pehry understands her temperament and thoughts that he feels more distressed and guilty.
"You don't need to think about everything for my sake. If you're unhappy, say it out. If you feel wronged, just tell me. Don't endure
it by yourself." He holds her in his arm and strokes her stiff back slightly with his palm, again and again.
Jasmine is moved. She holds back her tears and says, "People in love always need to stand the test of time. Perhaps this is
what we need to experience."
She can only console herself like this, not daring to think too much. If she thinks too much, she will be rational. If she thinks too
much, she will be afraid. Once she is discouraged, it will be difficult for her to muster the courage to move forward.
"I'm not good enough." Pehry closes his eyes. The fragrance emanated from her hair seeps into his nose. His hand clenches into
a fist, as if he is trying to restrain himself. "I will work harder so that those people who refuse to accept you will have no choice
but to accept you."

"It is enough to be with you." Jasmine quietly stretches out her hand to cover his fist that is as hard as steel. She smiles
resolutely and brilliantly, "As long as you don't let go of my hand, I will never leave."