She spoke these words hastily and anxiously.
Her heart missed a beat, pounding uncontrollably; her breathing was also rapid.
The rain trickled outside the window.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and it took a long time to recover.
Suddenly--
An abrupt ringtone broke the silence.
It was Sylvan Cheney's phone ringing.
Jasmine Yale, agitated and panicked, got off his lap and handed him his phone.
"It's your call."
On the screen, Charles Mcintosh's name was flashing.
Sylvan Cheney reached out to take it.
Jasmine fled in disarray.
Once the door closed, they were isolated.
"Mr. Cheney, the car is at the villa gate," said Charles Mcintosh.
"Wait for me ten minutes."
"Okay."
After coming out of the bedroom, Jasmine had run all the way to the balcony.
She pushed open the window of the balcony.
Cold wind rushed in, carrying rain drops.
Her head was still not very clear, the sense of blankness had not disappeared yet.
