"Did you run away too because your mother would sell you?" Keenan asked as he looked at Jasmine who had her back to him.
"Yeah," said Jasmine, then sat back down at the chair. She chose to drink her tea.
"Drink your tea, before it gets cold," she exclaimed after drinking, looked at Keenan who sat down on the dining table chair opposite her.
Keenan immediately drank his tea little by a little while looking at Jasmine who looked away from him. "Just tell me what's your problem, maybe I can help," he exclaimed.
"Tomorrow I have to get married," said Jasmine.
Oh no. Keenan felt like he was hit with a rock on his head, Jasmine's words made him seem unwilling, not willing to marry. he was nothing to the girl, even just met this afternoon.
