Butler Santana saw that no amount of persuasion would work, so he had to remind her, "Miss Yale, be careful on the road. If anything happens, just call , and don’t let yourself suffer."
"I won’t."
"Miss Yale, is he good to you?" Butler Santana asked worriedly.
Jasmine Yale nodded, "Very good."
"I hope so. Many n are very patient when pursuing a girl, but once they succeed, they show a completely different side. Miss Yale, be cautious. There aren’t many n as devoted as Mr. Cheney in this world."
Jasmine was montarily stunned and then smiled, "He’s not that kind of person. He’ll be very, very good to ."
"You don’t have much experience in relationships, so it’s easy to be deceived. If there’s a chance, take to et him. I always feel uneasy."
"Okay, once you’ve t him, you’ll praise him."
Butler Santana was puzzled; is Evan really that good?
"Butler Santana, I probably won’t be back for lunch today. Don’t worry, Evan will take good care of ."
"Mm, I feel reassured."
Jasmine Yale had dressed up beautifully today. She had a fresh, elegant makeup, and her long hair was tied up with a sapphire blue hairband, exuding youthful vigor.
She was wearing the gray trench coat that Sylvan Cheney had bought for her earlier, loose-fitting and perfect for the temperature. On her feet were the Dior shoes Sylvan had bought, looking particularly nice.
Carrying a bag and holding a paper bag, she took a taxi to the neighborhood where Sylvan Cheney lived.
The events of yesterday were still vivid in her mind, but she didn’t feel any shadow in her heart. She believed that Sylvan Cheney and Kade Yuvan had already handled everything that needed to be dealt with.
Since she had a key, she quietly opened the door, wanting to see what Sylvan Cheney was doing.
As she opened the door, she peeked her head in and sneaked towards the bedroom.
Unexpectedly, before she even reached the bedroom, she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
For so unknown reason, she just had to glance towards the bathroom door. What she saw made her pause; she saw the white mist and the rapidly flowing hot water, along with his muscular, well-built body and attractive abs beneath the shower head.
Looking further down, she saw certain things that she shouldn’t have seen.
Probably hearing the door sound, Sylvan Cheney quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, shutting off the shower.
He glanced towards the doorway, his gaze indecipherable.
Surrounded by the steam, she couldn’t clearly see his expression, but she knew she was incredibly hot all over, her cheeks burning, and her eyes filled with a flicker of avoidance.
Her heart was pounding.
Jasmine Yale’s palms were sweaty, and she was so embarrassed she wanted to crawl into a hole.
"Uh..." She looked at him, montarily forgetting to move her feet, stuttering and unable to speak, her heart nervous as if a little deer were hopping around inside.
"You..."
"You..."
Both of them started speaking at the sa ti.
Jasmine pursed her lips and averted her gaze, nervously saying, "I... I didn’t do it on purpose. How was I supposed to know, how was I supposed to know you were taking a shower... and didn’t even close the door."
This man had this bad habit of not closing the door when taking a shower!
Sylvan Cheney’s upper body was still bare, water droplets trickling down his hair, making his abs even more pronounced.
He had an excellent physique, his skin a healthy wheat color, faintly visible through the white mist.
The air was also filled with the fragrance of shampoo essential oil.
"So it’s my fault?" Sylvan Cheney raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, it’s your fault..." Jasmine insisted stubbornly, her whole self in a panic.
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