Sylvan Cheney pushed the door open, and a wave of warmth immediately swept over from the living room.
Raising his head, he saw Jasmine Yale on the sofa, dozing with her head resting on her hand. A tablet lay on her lap.
At the sound, Jasmine instantly woke up.
She had already showered and was wearing a pink nightgown.
"You're back." Her tone was filled with irrepressible excitement, as if it had never changed over the past ten years.
She ran over to help him take off his suit jacket. The clothes were ice-cold, leaving her wondering where he had just returned from.
Sylvan remained silent, not saying a word, letting her take his suit and tie away, then handing him a cup of hot tea.
"Did you drink with clients?" Jasmine smelled the alcohol on him, knowing he had drunk quite a bit.
Sylvan still didn't speak, his large hand gently pushing her aside, as he headed straight towards the bedroom upstairs.
Jasmine stood there in a daze.
