In the dim doorway, Sylvan Cheney's tall figure blocked most of the light. His chiseled face was profound and deep, with his jawline tensely set, and his gaze fixed steadily on Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale was trembling with anger, caught between urgency and fury.
Hitting Sylvan Cheney's palm left her hand aching.
Her fists clenched tightly, her chest heaved with a surge of intense anger weighed heavily on her heart, suffocating her.
As their eyes locked, Jasmine Yale was filled with anger and frustration, while Sylvan Cheney was calm and silent.
Half of his face was red, but it wasn't obvious because of the lighting.
Little Clementine was crying incessantly in the suite.
Jasmine Yale shot him a cold glance, pushed past him, and ran toward the suite!
Following Little Clementine's voice, she raced in and immediately saw Little Clementine crying on the big bed in the bedroom.
