Jasmine Yale's hand, clutching the curtain, was trembling.
Light mixed with rainwater enabled Jasmine Yale to see Sylvan Cheney's handsome face.
The corners of his mouth curled, his gaze was still fixed on her.
"Madman!" Jasmine Yale cursed.
Just as she was about to draw the curtains, the man downstairs suddenly called out her name-
"Jasmine!"
The voice was hoarse and low, like the deep sound of a cello.
The voice was loud, she heard it, but she still resolutely pulled the curtains closed.
"Jasmine!"
The man downstairs called out again, his voice even louder than before.
Unable to bear it any longer, Jasmine Yale wondered if Sylvan Cheney wanted the entire neighborhood to come out and gawk. When had Sylvan Cheney become so shameless?
"Jasmine!"
After he had called her name three times, Jasmine Yale, biting her teeth in annoyance, finally went downstairs.
Without even time to change her clothes, she rushed out in her slippers.