Sitting in the chair for a long time, Jasmine Yale finally withdrew her gaze and quietly tossed the phone aside.
There will always be a way.
Heaven won't always treat her so badly.
Heaven will favor her, won't it?
Jasmine stood on the balcony, gazing at the vast stars. Those twinkling stars were like children's eyes, blinking with intrigue.
Sylvan Cheney hadn't returned her call.
Even until she was lying in bed nearly asleep, he hadn't returned her call.
Jasmine clutched her phone, half-asleep leaning against the pillow, without much thought in her heart.
The hand reaching out of the covers was cool, and her feet weren't warm.
Just as she was about to drift into a dream, the phone vibrated.
Jasmine fuzzy-eyed opened them, it was Sylvan's call.
She answered, "Hello..."
"You called me tonight, did you have something to say?"
Jasmine shook her head, "No, I just wanted to ask if you've eaten."
