"Let’s go back to the hotel, I’m exhausted." The woman’s voice ca weakly, "I want to book a flight back ho for tomorrow morning."
"You’ve been looking like a walking corpse these days, still grieving over your old man? Didn’t they save him? Who are you putting on that face for?"
"Don’t ntion my dad." Her voice was frail and full of sorrow, "Let go back to the hotel, okay? I’m really tired."
"Joan Harry, I can’t stand seeing you like this! Get out!"
Inside, the sound of smashing and banging could be heard, like cups, bottles, and plates being shattered!
The commotion must have been so loud that the waitstaff were already hurrying over.
Jasmine Yale wasn’t familiar with the two people in the room, and she didn’t want them to see her, so she quickly lowered her head and hurriedly walked back to her own room.
The sound of smashing was shocking, and Jasmine wondered how Joan got involved with such a man.
And, did Yacob Harry go bankrupt?
The Yacob Harry and Cora Jorney she rembered were always arrogant; if they did go bankrupt, could they accept it?
Jasmine had little interest in the distant past of Landon; she was more enamored with her current life.
She pushed open the room door.
The room was steamy and full of enticing aromas.
"Is there soone causing trouble on this floor?" Sylvan Cheney asked.
"Hmm, seems like they drank too much." Jasmine answered vaguely.
"Oh, the smashing was pretty loud." Sylvan didn’t pay much attention, "Still hungry? Eat more, and we can go shopping for a bag after dinner."
"You’re only planning to buy a bag? I want other things too."
"Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you. Just eat up." Sylvan placed her favorite dish in her bowl.
Jasmine planned to stay and eat with Sylvan for a while longer to avoid running into Joan and Jesse.
No matter what, Sylvan and Joan had had rumors swirling around them before, and she didn’t want to spark gossip again.
Once the door was closed, the sound of smashing outside grew much quieter, then gradually stopped.
Jasmine and Sylvan chatted casually as if unaware that Joan had been there.
"The hot pot tastes good."
"Right?" Jasmine laughed, "I told you the hot pot here is delicious, it’s a famous spot in Chinatown."
Eating and chatting, Jasmine unknowingly consud quite a bit.
Once they were full, the noise outside was entirely gone.
Jasmine stood up, circled behind Sylvan, and wrapped her arms around his neck, acting coy.
Sylvan appeared quite content.
He hadn’t anticipated having little resistance to a woman’s affection, thinking he had great fortitude.
"Once I’m full, I just want to snuggle in your arms." Jasmine whispered and laughed softly by his ear.
"Coming to eat hot pot with you, my clothes are all scented with it." Sylvan touched her little head, affectionately ruffling her hair.
"Then I’ll buy you a coat later; it’s getting cold, so you could use one."
"Skip the coat, just buy a scarf."
Jasmine grumbled, thinking he must see her as lacking money.
From behind, Jasmine buried her little head in his neck, nuzzling comfortably like a kitten seeking a hug, soft and adorable.
Sylvan had no defense against this side of Jasmine.
Previously thinking she was all prickles, yet found her more endearing the more he got to know her deeply.
"Where else do you want to go afterward? I’ll take you."
"There’s a street performance, and fireworks, do you want to see?"
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