Jasmine Yale knew that a drunk person's mind is in disarray.
He is confused, but she cannot afford to be as well.
"Mr. Cheney, get up, I'll help you change your clothes." Jasmine Yale could only resort to coaxing and deceiving him.
"Little liar."
Sylvan Cheney watched her with a smirk, unmoving, his gaze burning bright.
"..."
Jasmine Yale was again unsure - was he really drunk or was it feigned?
"Mr. Cheney... your wife is waiting for you at home." Jasmine Yale asked tentatively.
"Nonsense." Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
"It's true, I'm not lying. She has prepared dinner for you, and is waiting for you to return."
"She can't cook."
"Then please get up. I'm wet and uncomfortable. Let me change my clothes, then I will come back to chat with you."
Jasmine Yale didn't dare to move abruptly, fearing that the man on top of her might lose control.
"Will you dare to go on a blind date again in the future?" Sylvan Cheney stared into her eyes intently.
