Tired of sitting, Jasmine Yale would stand up and rest for a while.
She liked standing by the window, watching the rain outside.
Raising her hand, she wrote the name "Sylvan" on the foggy window glass.
After writing, she would erase it with her finger.
The phone was silent. He really didn't send her a single text. Was he truly intending to cut off all ties with her?
Jasmine Yale chuckled self-deprecatingly. The current Sylvan Cheney was even harder to appease than Chale Cheney.
She picked up her phone and proactively sent him a message: "Remember to have breakfast. Breakfast shouldn't be neglected."
She glanced at the time. It should be a little past four in UT, and he would be getting up soon.
Sylvan Cheney had a regular routine. On good weather days, he would go for a morning run, and when the weather was bad, he'd go to the gym. In short, he didn't have the habit of sleeping in.
He should see it.
Jasmine Yale put away her phone and gazed at the garden outside the window.
