Chapter 683: Chapter 683



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Boyce was breathing heavily, “You don’t have to worry.

Before our marriage, I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

Even if they were in the same bed, he wouldn’t touch her anywhere.

He also felt a kind of pressure in his heart. He always felt that Jasmine was too young, and that, if he did anything to her, it would make him a ‘rapist’. He would feel guilty.

Jasmine did not continue to tease him. She felt that he was truly a rare jewel to be treasured. She got out of Boyce’s arms and sat down across from him to resume dinner. He picked up some dishes and set them on his plate, “Whatever you want to eat, I’ll fix it for you.”

Suddenly, Boyce felt like he was home again. As a long-time single man, the prospect of someone to take care of him was appealing, and it was a precious thing to him.

He shoveled the mashed potatoes Jasmine had put on his plate into his mouth.

After dinner, Jasmine began to put the silverware back in place, “If you can’t fall asleep, you should have it easy outside.”

Boyce shook his head as he followed her and watched her wash those dishes.

Jasmine looked at him, “What’s there to look at here?”.

g Ɐ ln σ ν𝓮 ℓs․com hosts great fiction “I want to learn this. Then I can help you do it.” said Boyce with a solemn tone.

Jasmine simply laughed.

“Miss Burke, Miss Burke.” Kirk walked over with a watermelon in tow, “Grandpa wants me to give this to you.” He saw Boyce and added, “You can eat together.”

Jasmine put down the dishes, washed her hands and picked up the watermelon. She placed it on the desk, “Help me thank Grandpa.”

“My grandfather says you are welcome. He has told me you are a good person, Miss Burke. You have given me many learning tools. This watermelon is nothing.” Kirk said as he smiled, and when he did, his bright white teeth formed a stark contrast to his tanned skin.

“I’m leaving now so I won’t disturb you.” After saying this, he left the house.

Jasmine looked at the watermelon on the table and a kind of loneliness seeped into her eyes. “I’ll miss them.”

She was afraid that no one would come to take her place to teach those students once she was gone. Keith wasn’t going to be here long, and because of the poor conditions of the place, not many would come to be teachers.

I feared for the future of those children. They were innocent, kind, and deserved to have a bright future. And the only way to achieve that future was education.

Boyce reached out and stroked her face. He could see what she was thinking as she announced, “Leave it all in my hands.”

Jasmine looked up at him and asked with wide eyes, “Do you have any solutions?”

Boyce let out a vague sound of approval.

“You’re really great.” Jasmine stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheeks.

After that kiss, she quickly let go and continued washing the remaining dishes. She lowered her head and felt a subtle sweetness spread in her heart.

At the same time, Boyce remained pinned to the floor, as if still savoring the warmth of that fleeting kiss.

After she finished washing, Jasmine put the watermelon into a wooden bucket that was filled to the brim with water from the well.

“The well water is cool. It can make the watermelon cooler, and we can eat it later.”

After saying that, he raised his head and gave her a look, “I’m going to take a bath.”

Boyce immediately replied, “I’ll be outside.”

After saying that, he closed the door as he walked out of the room.

Jasmine didn’t move an inch, and the corners of her lips turned up.

Boyce took a seat on a stone bench under the tree. There was a soothing breeze in the air, so he didn’t feel stuffy.

He was thinking of a way to blurt this out to Wendy so as not to hurt her.

After all, he was the one who had taken back his words.

“Can I sit here?”

Boyce looked up to see Keith walking toward him. He approved, “Sit down.”

Keith sat down at the other end of the bench.

He was contemplating the endless starry night sky when he asked, “Will you be with her?”

Boyce gave a vague answer in a low voice.

Keith was a little downcast, “How I wish you’d never show up. Maybe she’d take me in. She’s the first girl I’ve ever loved.” Boyce said nothing to that.

It was useless to debate about something so hypothetical.

Finally, he showed up, was able to look earnestly at himself and affirmed his feelings.

“What are you doing, will you be able to take good care of her in the future?” Keith suddenly felt anxious about Jasmine’s future life with this man.

Boyce was piqued with curiosity, “Why are you interested in that?”

“You said that since I’m not working, I can’t give her a good life. And you? Can you give her a good life?” Keith rebutted with a vehement tone.

Since he had been criticized before, he finally had a chance to have a word with Boyce now.

Boyce simply felt that this guy was a bit childish, “I can’t promise you a life of luxury, but I’m sure I’m capable of maintaining it.”

“Are you trying to trick me? Your answer is too vague. You can support someone too, even if you both live in poverty. If you can’t give her a quality life, what difference does it make between you and me? The reason you don’t want to tell me about your work is because you are ashamed.” Keith’s tone became sharper as he rambled on.

He still had some frustration in his heart, so he was venting to Boyce.

Boyce just looked at him without any trace of emotion, and just as he was about to respond, the door opened and Jasmine appeared dressed in her pajamas. She had washed her hair, but had not yet dried it so those tresses glistened with moisture. She had overheard what Keith had said even though she had been in the house a moment ago.

He didn’t like the fact that Boyce was being questioned here.

“He’s the deputy director of the Public Safety Bureau, do you think his position is good enough?” Jasmine’s expression was very cold.

She respected Keith and saw him as a friend, but she couldn’t stand him talking to Boyce that way.

Putting aside the fact that Boyce was someone distinguished, even if he was a nobody, she would not tolerate badmouthing him.

In her eyes, everything about Boyce was nothing short of amazing.

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