Jasmine Yale felt that the one thing this man loved doing the most tonight was kissing her.
She had heard that the most direct way to express liking someone was through a kiss.
So, he must really like her then?
Jasmine Yale smiled and let him kiss her.
The scent of Agarwood Fragrance on him was very soothing, always giving her a sense of security, after all, she was too familiar with it.
"I'm going to take a shower," Jasmine Yale said to him.
This man has been in good shape these past few days; perhaps his body has fully recovered, adding more vibrancy to his face.
She still remembered seeing him on the first day she returned to the country, in the hospital.
His beard was unkempt, his face pale, and he wasn't looking right.
She had never seen Sylvan Cheney like that before, and to be honest, it startled her.
Beyond the shock, it was probably more of heartache.
That moment of heartache couldn't deceive anyone, and her heart also revived when she saw him again.
