She had just checked, and everything was there.

As the bathroom door opened, the steam dispersed quite a bit. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Sylvan Cheney lay in the bathtub, looking quite at ease, and for whatever reason—either out of fear of her stealing a peek or out of shyness—he had covered the parts that should not be seen.

He held a bottle in his hand, shook it, and looked at her innocently: "There’s no shampoo."

Jasmine Yale was infuriated and snatched the disposable cup from his hand: "That’s not shampoo! Idiot."

She really was going to be driven crazy by this man.

Upon closer inspection, he had used a bath towel as a regular towel and flung his clothes on the floor, turning the whole bathroom into a mess!

Jasmine Yale had no idea what to do with him and reluctantly walked over, pouring shampoo into her palm.

"I’ll wash your hair for you," she sat on the edge of the tub, resignedly.

"Oh."

Sylvan Cheney closed his eyes, looking thoroughly content.

He was enjoying it, but Jasmine Yale wasn’t enjoying it at all.

The bathroom was stuffy, and soon a layer of sweat formed on her back.

This posture was not comfortable at all, so she had to shift positions after sitting for a while.

Now that she thought about it, this was her first time washing Sylvan Cheney’s hair, previously she had only washed Little Chaley’s.

She owed the Cheney Family.

Her gentle fingers worked through his clean, neat short hair; she might not be very skilled, but she was quite satisfied with herself.

Under the white foam and hazy steam, she saw Sylvan Cheney’s solid, muscular chest, his abs were clearly defined, and both his Adam’s apple and collarbone were exceptionally sexy and enticing.

It had been a long time since Jasmine Yale had seen him like this, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit flushed, a little uneasy.

In the watery light, the man’s features remained as deep and handsome as ever, his jawline tight, eyebrows deep, and his facial features striking.

With his eyes closed and no words spoken, Jasmine Yale vaguely saw Mr. Cheney from the past.

Well, it’s better if he doesn’t speak.

Jasmine Yale felt like a shampoo assistant.

Soon, she’d rinsed away the foam from his hair but did not immediately leave, instead quietly gazing at his face.

Under the mist, the man still appeared quite handsome, just like the mature, reserved person he used to be.

Jasmine Yale’s fingers lightly moved to the edge of his tightly pressed lips.

Originally, she just wanted to touch them briefly, but unexpectedly, Sylvan Cheney opened his eyes and bit her finger.

"Hey!" Her face reddened, and she withdrew her hand.

"Up to no good." Sylvan Cheney squinted, smiling at her.

"No, don’t talk nonsense, what bad thing am I doing to you? The hair is washed, I’m leaving, you can wash yourself."

"Is this shower gel? Is it?" Sylvan Cheney grabbed the shampoo, poured it into his hand.

Jasmine Yale quickly pressed his hand: "You, you don’t mess around, this is not shower gel, this is shampoo!"

Jasmine Yale was truly at her wits’ end with him.

He had already gotten a hand full of shampoo, foam everywhere, and rubbed it with his hand.

"Oh, shampoo." Sylvan Cheney then smeared the squeezed-out shampoo onto his head.

"Oh my god, Sylvan Cheney! What are you doing?!" Jasmine Yale was about to go crazy! She grabbed his hand to stop him!

She had just finished washing his hair, and he was covered in foam again.

"Sylvan Cheney, can you stop messing around? If you keep messing around, I’m leaving you in the bathroom and going home! I told you not to mess around, did you hear me?! Sylvan Cheney!" Jasmine Yale screamed hysterically.