Jasmine Yale's voice was gentle as a flowing stream.
Something was slowly coalescing in Sylvan Cheney's heart, that something was named jealousy.
His gaze turned cold, chilly as the wind.
Jasmine Yale frowned, still not speaking?
Given Joe Heath's character, he should have been babbling incessantly.
Jasmine Yale rubbed her temples: "Joe Heath, did you get drunk or did you call the wrong number again? It's already eleven o'clock."
"Jasmine Yale." Sylvan Cheney said.
The deep, frigid voice made Jasmine Yale's heart leap!
The phone almost slipped from her hand!
Sylvan Cheney?
Why would it be him?!
Her palms were damp with cold sweat, making her hair stand on end.
"Jasmine Yale, I call you and you don't answer? Hmm?"
"Jasmine Yale, you'd better tell me honestly, where are you."
"If you dare to hide it from me, I can't guarantee that I won't throttle you."
Sylvan Cheney articulated each word, exuding a colossal threat and warning!
