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These days. Carl also thought about his feelings for Jasmine.
He never liked Jasmine at all. The reason he was nervous around Jasmine that day was simply because he couldn’t accept the fact that a woman he had loved deeply for many years was leaving him. But as time went on, he would naturally forget about Jasmine.
That night. Carl took Whitney to the Sinclair’s manor.
Just entering the house. Carl’s first words were straightforward and bare. “Whitney, let’s be together.”
Whitney’s body stiffened, her eyes filled with more joy than shock. She had thought that Jasmine had just left not long ago, and she would have to wait for a long time. She didn’t expect Carl to actually suggest being together.
She showed a girlish expression and shyly nodded, “Carl, I have liked you for a long time too. So, can I stay in your room tonight?”
The world of adults was straightforward yet ambiguous.
Carl didn’t refuse, “Hmm, I’ll go take a shower first.”
When he came out of the bathroom again, Whitney was already lying on the bed in a seductive lingerie, she blinked her eyes coquettishly and said. “Carl, I noticed that you happen to have a set of pajamas in your room, you wouldn’t mind, would you?”
This set of sexy pajamas was intentionally left by Jasmine to seduce
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him before.
He didn’t pay attention, but was exposed by Whitney.
When Carl first saw Whitney, Jasmine’s alluring curves inexplicably came to his mind. In fact, this set of pajamas was not very suitable for Whitney. The dark red color made her look more seductive, but when worn on Jasmine, it was like a fiery red rose that was impossible to look away from.
“I don’t mind,” Carl forcefully averted his gaze, wanting to shake off that beautiful figure, but he found Whitney already walking ahead of him.
Whitney tiptoed to kiss Carl, but he inexplicably instinctively rejected the kiss, slightly turning his head to avoid Whitney’s touch. Whitney’s hot lips landed on his cheek.
Carl quickly pushed Whitney, causing her to fall back onto the bed. with a lack of control. He apologized slightly and said, “Sorry, Whitney, I’m just not in the mood tonight. Please go rest in the next room.”
Whitney was somewhat dissatisfied, but she didn’t dare to show it openly. She reluctantly bit her lip and said, “Alright, I was too impatient. I’m sure you’ve been busy with my matters lately, Carl. Take a good rest.”
After saying that, Whitney left the
room.
Only Carl was left, and he opened the window in frustration, gazing at the barren garden. The unnamed fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.
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Wasn’t this what he wanted?
He liked Whitney since college and wanted to marry her.
But now everything has fallen into place, so why did his body start. rejecting again?
A bold idea suddenly appeared in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. How could that be possible?
How could he possibly fall in love with Jasmine?
Although she had always loved following him since she was young, he never liked young girls. However, he forgot that Jasmine had grown’up and become a vibrant and assertive woman.
Carl stayed awake all night.
The next day, Carl woke up and went downstairs, dressed neatly. He saw Whitney running over, holding his arm, and said, “Carl, can you make seafood porridge for me?”
Carl rushed to the hospital and didn’t have time to cook for Whitney.
He discreetly withdrew his arm and said, “I still need to make rounds. You can order takeout by yourself.”
After speaking, Carl walked out of the Sinclair’s manor. His phone alarm suddenly went off, and he realized it was set by Jasmine. Because he had been busy with work before, he often forgot to eat breakfast and developed a stomach ulcer. Later, when Jasmine found out, she would wake up early every day without getting tired of it, making breakfast for him and having him take it to the hospital. She also set an alarm to remind him in case he got too busy with work.
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Jasmine also added above, “Honey, remember to eat properly, or else your stomach will feel uncomfortable again.”
Carl stared at the alarm clock for a while before hanging up and then went to the hospital.
By noon, he received a text message from Whitney, “Carl, I went for a psychological test in the afternoon. You don’t have to accompany me as you’re busy with work. I can manage on my own.”
Regarding Whitney’s condition, Carl was still very concerned.
Carl also wanted to know whether Whitney’s condition had worsened or improved, so he changed shifts with his colleague and drove to the mental health clinic.
Just as I reached the second floor, I heard the sound of Whitney arguing with the doctor.
“Can’t you say that my condition became more and more serious?”
“Did they say I would commit suicide immediately if I left someone?”
“My great–grandmother, you never had depression in the first place, how could I diagnose you with severe depression?”
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