Jasmine Yale kept her head down, staring at his pale, slender fingers.
This man's hands were exceptionally beautiful, and his movements were as smooth as flowing clouds, very skilled.
She could smell the fragrance of wine and his scent.
When Charles Mcintosh and Lilac Serval walked in, Jasmine Yale looked up, her face flushed.
She wanted to push Sylvan Cheney away, but Sylvan Cheney calmly took a clean handkerchief and wiped her hands.
"Mr. Cheney." Charles Mcintosh came forward and greeted him.
"You and Little Lilac go for a walk, I need to speak a few words with Charles Mcintosh," whispered Sylvan Cheney close to Jasmine's ear.
Jasmine nodded and obediently left.
The two women left the viewing platform, and Sylvan Cheney handed Charles Mcintosh a cigarette as they walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
Charles Mcintosh had just come from home, wearing a simple dark grey sweater.
