His childhood sweetheart, the one he had loved since they were kids.
"Stay out of her matters!" Sylvan Cheney frowned, he didn't like how much Jasmine Yale was asking.
"Hmpf." Jasmine Yale snorted coldly.
She put her empty cup on the table, turning away indifferently.
"I'm going to sleep now, Mr. Cheney, would you kindly leave?"
"I'm staying here tonight."
Sylvan Cheney took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, and cleaned up the food that Jasmine Yale had left behind.
Jasmine Yale was instantly enraged, jumping up from the bed.
"Are you out of your mind!"
Sylvan Cheney didn't reply, silently loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, his face was still as cold and indifferent as always.
He went to the bathroom and started to clean up, ignoring Jasmine Yale's indifference and questions.
Jasmine Yale was really exasperated.
She was sincerely dumbfounded by Sylvan Cheney.
Not long after, he came out of the shower, clad in a dark grey robe.
