Jasmine Yale couldn't help but scold him a few times.
Truthfully, she didn't dare to reprimand him, but seeing him drunk, she took the liberty to tease him a bit.
After knowing him for fifteen years, she felt utterly dominated by him, hardly able to move.
Only rarely did she get such an opportunity to fight back a bit.
"It's not intentional." Sylvan Cheney wrinkled his brows, feeling quite wronged.
Jasmine Yale sighed, took a wet wipe, and cleaned the bloodstains on his hand.
It was a bit of blood, nothing serious.
"Mr. Cheney, you should find a woman to take care of you, so I won't have to come if you get drunk again," Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney grabbed her hand, his tone filled with hostility and vigilance: "You're leaving?"
"Let go, I didn't say I'm leaving."
Jasmine Yale went to pour him a cup of tea.
She really didn't understand why he had driven Yolanda away for no reason, otherwise she wouldn't have had to take care of him.
