Such as crying, such as restlessness during sleep, such as copying homework...
She had made mistakes, and he knew them all.
Possibly, she could not find someone who knew her better than Sylvan Cheney did.
Jasmine Yale put down her phone and sat on the sofa, playing with Riceball.
With its wagging tail, Riceball was especially friendly and seemed very energetic; it cooperated with her as she played.
With Sweet Kitty absent, having Riceball with her was good enough.
It wasn't too lonely.
She took Riceball to the balcony and then fetched some interesting books from Sylvan's study.
Between them, if a third party wasn't mentioned, they could coexist peacefully, and he wouldn't abuse her.
Butler Santana made her tea and placed it on the coffee table on the balcony.
Jasmine Yale took off her shoes and stepped on the fluffy white rug on the floor, feeling a ticklish sensation that she very much enjoyed
She sat in the wicker chair, rubbing the rug with her feet as she read.
