Jasmine Yale put down her phone, leaning against the wicker chair, clutching the blanket with both hands.
She wasn't sure about Sylvan Cheney's self-control after losing his memory, but apart from self-control and rationality, he was a physically normal adult man.
It's perfectly normal for a man to be attracted to a pretty woman.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jasmine Yale's lips.
Should she pretend not to have seen it and continue to be intimately involved with him?
The sunlight was somewhat glaring.
Jasmine Yale turned her head, her gaze penetrating through the glass window to look at the world outside.
Calm and serene.
It was clearly such tranquility and peace.
Sleepiness crept in.
She moved her pale lips, suppressing the heaviness in her chest.
"Ding"—
The phone rang again.
Jasmine Yale was already too exhausted to see what was sent over, nothing more than those photos.
But after a long while, she finally opened her phone.
"Last night, we slept together."
