He came to her place?
The harder she thought about it, the clearer the answer became.
In the bathroom, there still seemed to be traces of his scent, elegant and restrained agarwood fragrance.
She had lived with him for twelve years, she couldn't be more familiar.
Jasmine Yale was a little shocked, collapsing on the bed, clutching her hair.
Why did he come? Breaking into her door in the middle of the night?
Damn it, she really wanted to call the police.
Their presences, both big and small, were incredibly vexing, really.
Perhaps she owed them money in her previous life, and now she had to pay them back in this one.
Jasmine Yale took a painkiller and sat back on the bed.
She sniffled, and tearfully dialed Joe Heath's number.
"Hello? Elder Heath..." Jasmine Yale's voice was hoarse.
"What's up? Have you been drinking again? Your voice sounds off." Joe Heath asked with concern.
