"Hmm, go to bed early, I put a hot water bottle on the bed for you," said Sylvan Cheney. "No need to wait for me."
Jasmine Yale was taken aback, not expecting him to do this.
"You shouldn't work too late either. Take a hot shower and come to bed. You have to work tomorrow!"
"Alright."
Jasmine didn't concern herself with him further. She vaguely smelled smoke on the balcony — was he smoking?
Men often have uncontrollable hobbies, like smoking or drinking, and he was no exception.
There was a warm hot water bottle on the bed, but Jasmine still preferred the warmth of Sylvan's body.
She brought him a thick blanket, worried he might catch a cold in the living room.
Afterward, she said nothing and returned to the bedroom.
She didn't plan to continue working or reading, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.
Coming to his apartment, she had no other purpose but to talk and sleep together with him. Now, it seemed to deviate somewhat.
