Jasmine Yale never knew that this man had such a meticulous side; shedding his domineering, strong exterior, he was more like an ordinary husband.
And she thought, he was already much better than ordinary men; he cared for her, he would put her first.
"You've been awake all this time, haven't you? Are you tired? Do you want to sleep for a while?" Jasmine Yale worried about him; he noticed her looking a bit unwell.
"No need, I have to go to the airport in an hour."
"An hour... then should I talk to you, or should I sleep for a bit in your arms?"
"Sleep, if you wake up in the middle of the night, you won't have energy during the day." Sylvan Cheney held her, "While I'm here, sleep well. I'll help turn off the lamp when I leave."
"If Butler Santana knows someone is here, he'd think a thief has broken in!"
"Indeed, a thief that only steals from you."
Jasmine Yale laughed.
"Oh, by the way, Sweet Kitty is in Old York. If you have time, you can go see it; it's with Yukon Carbon."
