Jasmine woke up very early in the morning, to be more precise, stayed up all night. Her eyes could not be closed due to the guilt that continued to haunt her conscience.
Jasmine had put her clothes back on—which she had dried herself last night. A set of white blouse and black skirt, plus a dark brown sling bag. Jasmine has to go to work; she's been absent from work for two days. Mr. Sam will scream if Jasmine doesn't fill her absence.
"Your clothes are still damp. You could catch a cold." Leonardo suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind, tucking into Jasmine's slender belly. Jasmine gasped when Leonardo kissed the back of her neck.
"Please let go, Leon; I have to go home. No need to drop me off. I can take a taxi." Jasmine broke free from Leonardo's embrace. It's time to keep your distance from this man.
"I'll take you home!!" Leonardo grabbed Jasmine's wrist, glaring at the woman intently.
