Unexpectedly, it was a text message from Sylvan Cheney.
Just a few simple words, that's his style—
Sylvan Cheney: Have you had lunch?
Jasmine Yale smiled, and suddenly there was a sweet feeling flowing through her heart, like honey.
She quickly typed a line on her phone in excitement: "I have, have you? What did you eat? Remember to eat more, don't be picky."
After typing, she felt it wasn't appropriate.
She deleted it and only replied with one word: Hmm.
Jasmine Yale closed the bedroom door, happily tossed the phone onto the bed, and all she could see with open or closed eyes was Sylvan Cheney's face.
They had only been apart for half a day, yet she missed him.
On the other end, Sylvan Cheney looked at his phone for a long time, what does "Hmm" mean?
He frowned, she really doesn't care about him at all.
Wasn't she saying she wanted to win him over? Is this how she plans to do it?
Sylvan Cheney simply made a phone call.
