Sylvan Cheney glanced at Jasmine Yale, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips: "Baby, I'll give it to you later, don't worry."
Saying this, he picked up his phone and walked towards the window with his long strides.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback for a moment, damn it...
On the other end of the line, Yukon Carbon paused, listening.
Sylvan Cheney spoke first, polite and gentle: "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Yukon Carbon seemed to understand something. Ever since he saw Jasmine Yale walking home alongside another man on that rainy night, he had a vague sense of what was happening.
"Nothing, just wanted to ask if Jasmine has had breakfast."
"She's dining with me. I prepared a full breakfast for her, so don't worry."
"Oh." Yukon's voice lowered, "I won't disturb you."
Yukon Carbon hung up the phone. It was rare for him to hang up on Jasmine Yale, a rare occurrence indeed.
Sylvan Cheney smirked, put down the phone, and glanced at the name on the screen "Yukon."
