Jasmine Yale stopped talking and continued to play with her head lowered.
She knew that Sylvan Cheney never played games, but she didn't expect him to watch for a long time at her side.
She finished one round and started another, over and over, staying silent.
Yet, Sylvan was very patient, even if she didn't utter a word.
After watching a few rounds, Sylvan took her hand and joined her in the game.
"Don't move; you don't know how to play; you'll lose," Jasmine said angrily.
"I won't." He had watched a few rounds and felt there was no difficulty, his gaze calm and steady.
At that moment, the bedroom was exceptionally quiet, the only sound being that of the game.
Jasmine's hands were small, perfectly held by his, unable to move.
It became completely his lead.
They played a round and didn't lose.
Sometimes Jasmine felt that the world was so unfair, some people just could do anything.
In front of his intelligence, she seemed so foolish, creating a stark contrast.
