Chapter 286: Keeping a Mistress Outside

There was a faint smell of tobacco on him.

Did he smoke a lot after leaving the cinema?

With the light, she finally saw two nail scratches she had made on his neck.

Long ones, stained with blood.

He held Little Chaley in his arms without saying a word, and closed his eyes.

Jasmine Yale saw the red cord on his hand was still there, not unraveled.

Hers… as well.

The lights in the car were turned off, and the surroundings plunged into darkness and silence again, extremely quiet.

Jasmine Yale was also tired, so many things had happened today.

She rested her head, holding Little Chaley's little tiger, and began to doze off.

When she fell asleep, everything was tranquil. Her long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow at her eyes' corner, tender, beautiful, and serene.

Halfway through the journey, Sylvan Cheney's phone rang.

He answered.

"Mr. Cheney, we received news from Idinburgh, saying that Elder Childe's health is deteriorating recently."