This time, it was Jasmine Yale who was stunned.
She looked at the sky, lost in thought for a long time.
After a while, she quietly said, "Don't send them to me, I don't want to see."
"Don't worry, I won't send them to you for now, I don't want these private photos to spread. Evan hasn't touched you, has he? Then you're quite unlucky. Let me tell you, this man might look gentle, but in bed... he's something else."
There was a low chuckle from the other end.
Jasmine Yale's long eyelashes fluttered, her eyes a vast sea of darkness, like a night sky with its light extinguished, empty and devoid of luster.
"Jasmine Yale, I'm warning you one more time, behave yourself in Cakago. Don't start flirting with men so soon after your husband's death. If you try to hook up with Evan again, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Erin Janus, has anyone ever told you that you have no class?"
Erin Janus choked for a moment, her face flushed red, "Jasmine Yale, don't provoke me!"
