This time, Jasmine Yale was awakened by the jolting sensation.
Her stomach still hurt, and the fever would not subside.
Jasmine was so tired she could not lift her eyelids, but she sensed someone was in front of her.
She reached out to grab his arm, holding on tightly, wanting to force her eyes open, but she simply could not manage it.
"Meow——"
Sweet Kitty was still calling out.
Jasmine anxiously tried to speak, but her throat was dry and she could not utter a word.
She simply gave up and just clung to the man, fearing that if she let go, he would leave.
The apartment was empty; she could get into trouble.
She did not want to get into trouble.
The man carried her downstairs while Sweet Kitty, unable to follow, kept meowing in the room.
He draped a large coat over Jasmine, wrapping her up completely so she would not be chilled by the late-night cold.
The elevator went down.