"Yes, it's a fracture from the car accident." Sylvan Cheney casually stated.
A strong sense of sadness inexplicably washed over Jasmine Yale.
She lowered her long eyelashes, an indescribable feeling in her heart.
A heavy pressure lodged in her throat, an overflow of sourness and bitterness.
She suppressed her emotions, swallowing the tears back down.
Undoing his coat buttons, she helped him take off the coat and hung it in the wardrobe.
"Mr. Cheney, what would you like to change into?" she asked, flipping through the clothes in the wardrobe.
The clothes in the wardrobe retained his usual style - monochromatic in black, white, and gray, chilly and austere.
"Pick a sweater."
"Alright."
Jasmine picked out a gray sweater for him.
The villa was warmly heated and not cold at all.
"Help me undo my tie," Sylvan commanded.
"Mhm."
Jasmine became Sylvan's little maid; at his command, she obediently bent over to help untie his tie.
