Sylvan Cheney was true to his word, spending the entire day, without going anywhere else, accompanying her at the Cheney Residence.
They watched a movie, made some confectionery, and soaked in the hot springs.
In the evening, right after coming out of the bathroom, Jasmine Yale, wearing a loose bathrobe, naturally tossed the hair dryer to Sylvan Cheney.
"Blow-dry my hair."
Sylvan Cheney: "..."
He set aside the magazine in his hands and took the hair dryer.
Jasmine Yale wasn't sure how many days he could keep this up, but she was going to enjoy each day as it came.
She sat in the chair and casually flipped through his magazine.
She didn't understand the financial stuff, so she just looked at the pictures.
"This marketing director's watch is really nice, how much is it?" Jasmine Yale asked, pointing at a man in the magazine.
Sylvan Cheney slightly lifted his head and said indifferently, "Seventeen or eighteen thousand."
"Hmm, someday when I'm rich, I'll buy you one too."
