Chapter 445: Got the strength to curse? That's good

Jasmine Yale woke up in the evening.

It was raining outside, the sound of the drizzle mingled with the whistling of the northern wind.

She shifted her body, feeling exhausted.

Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

"Awake?"

A deep and mellow voice suddenly came from beside her.

Jasmine calmed her mind, startled, and forced her eyes open.

"Why are you here..." She instinctively recoiled.

Why would he come? Wasn't he supposed to be engaged? Shouldn't he be the protagonist?

The color in Sylvan Cheney's eyes instantly darkened.

"Surprised?" Sylvan asked indifferently.

"Where's Joe Heath?"

"Jasmine Yale, do you miss him? Hmm?"

Sylvan sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her face, allowing her no room to escape.

"I don't even have the strength to talk to you, so just leave."

Sylvan reached out and felt her forehead: "You've been sleeping all day and night with a fever, but fortunately, it seems to have gone."