The bouquet of yellow roses was placed in the most conspicuous spot in the living room, brilliant and captivating.
Jasmine Yale went to the bathroom to take a shower. As she passed through the living room, she could easily see the roses, and Sylvan Cheney was sitting on the sofa, working with a laptop on his lap.
"Do you want to take a bath?" Sylvan Cheney looked up from the screen, his eyes deep and serious.
"Mm, I can do it myself." Jasmine Yale held her pajamas.
"I'm not in a hurry. Let me help you."
With a "snap," Sylvan Cheney closed the laptop, stood up, strode towards her, and took what she was holding without asking.
He helped her run hot water and adjusted the temperature, then personally helped her undress.
Jasmine Yale was no longer shy like in the beginning and let Sylvan Cheney assist her openly.
