Jasmine tried to figure out what Zach was thinking from his expression, but his expression was unreadable. Jasmine could not discern anything, but her heart was filled with sorrow.

"Jealous?" Zach reached past her and set down the glass of water on the table before taking out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiping his hands as if he had touched something dirty. After he was done, he threw it onto the table.

Jasmine smiled, "Of course! You're the man I've set my sights on, after all. I can't have you, so it's only natural for me to get jealous when you don't end up with me."

Zach threw her a sideway glance icily, "Is this what you figured out after being by my side all these years?"

He continued, "But it's a shame. I prefer my women pure."

Jasmine felt heartbroken upon hearing Zach's words. It was as if her wound that had already scabbed over, was ripped open.

'That's right. I'm no longer pure. I'm... unworthy of him,' she thought again.

"Don't look at me like that.