This time when he came over, Sylvan Cheney was very tight-lipped and wouldn't tell her anything.
On the contrary, it was she who seemed to have walked into the net voluntarily.
She didn't like it, she took a shower unhappily, and the master bedroom's large wardrobe was filled with new women's clothes, all in her size.
She was thirsty, so she ran out to get some water to drink.
Accidentally, she bumped into Butler Santana, who was tidying up the living room.
Butler Santana was very surprised, even shocked to see Jasmine Yale; wasn't this Miss Yale?
Her face was full of astonished expressions, truly surprised.
Jasmine Yale nodded awkwardly, "Hello, Butler Santana."
"Miss Yale, what do you need? I'll get it for you." Butler Santana quickly approached.
"I'm just going to pour a cup of hot water."
"Okay."
Butler Santana took her thermos flask.
