After dinner, Jasmine Yale made some desserts and ate alone.
She leaned on the sofa, not knowing why, but she had a big appetite after coming to the Cheney Residence.
Sylvan Cheney came in, took the tiramisu from her hand, and threw it aside.
"No sweets at night."
Jasmine Yale resentfully glanced at him: "I spent a long time making that, and you just threw it away?"
"Unregulated and unhealthy eating, if you backtalk again, I'll hire a nutritionist."
"Tyrant."
Jasmine Yale could only awkwardly stand up from the sofa, don her robe, and walk towards the bed.
Sylvan Cheney stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his tall silhouette reflected on the clear glass, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
A cigarette was pinched between his fingers, unlit.
Jasmine Yale climbed onto the bed and gathered her hair.
"Jasmine Yale." Sylvan Cheney called her name with a deep voice, "When are you planning to go back to Cakago?"
