Jasmine Yale sat back down and silently ate her cake with a fork.
Despite feeling quite full, she continued to eat, even though it didn't taste like much.
She hadn't become so tactless as to go downstairs and disturb someone else's wedding. It was for his betterment as well as her own.
After this trip back to Cakago, she would never return, and then she wouldn't have to deal with these matters.
If she missed her flight, would she just make Sylvan Cheney compensate her for it?
She laughed to herself, not opposed to the idea.
Buying a plane ticket hadn't been easy.
Jasmine was quickly finishing the small piece of cheesecake.
The creaminess was too much; she couldn't eat any more. Without a word, she sat on the sofa and quietly watched TV.
In his bedroom, she couldn't hear any noise from downstairs; the soundproofing was excellent.
Being locked in his bedroom, Jasmine suddenly felt a sense of desolation.
