In the evening, Sylvan Cheney returned home much earlier than usual.
His handover with Jesse Rowan wasn't fully completed, and there was supposed to be a Cheney Family shareholders' meeting tonight, which he postponed.
For some reason, when he came home, he didn't go anywhere else and went straight to the bedroom.
Sure enough, Jasmine Yale was quietly reading a book by the desk in the bedroom, with a lamp casting a soft yellow light on her face.
She seemed to have encountered a difficult problem, as she frowned, biting her pen.
When Sylvan Cheney entered, Jasmine Yale had just lifted her head before he pulled her onto the bed.
"You're back..." Jasmine Yale's breath was unsteady, pressed beneath Sylvan Cheney on the large bed.
He was still carrying the coolness from outside, but his eyes were filled with a burning warmth, like a hidden fire.
He barely gave her much time to react before he took off his jacket and her sweater.
