Jasmine Yale's heart was pounding uncontrollably, beat after beat, rapidly.
Because she was nervous, her hands trembled slightly.
He was pressed against her back, and even though he was warm, her body was stiff.
Did he know? Or did he notice something?
"Hmm? Why aren't you talking?" Sylvan Cheney's deep voice fell by her ear, his cool lips brushing across her cheek and neck.
"I'll grind the coffee for you, wait for me outside."
"Oh?" Sylvan Cheney drew out the word, his fingers prying open the wooden stopper on the candy jar.
Once the lid was opened, that white pill lay quietly inside, surrounded by colorful candies.
The candies were made by her during her idle moments, using fruit juice.
Jasmine Yale bowed her head, her lips moved slightly, suddenly unsure how to start.
He knew all along.
In front of him, she couldn't hide even the smallest of secrets.
