Jasmine Yale did not rebut, but just solemnly nodded her head, without any pretense.
Her serious demeanor momentarily startled Sylvan Cheney.
After a while, he said indifferently, "Let's have breakfast."
Outside, it was still pitch dark, with no end in sight, as if a curtain covered the sky.
It was just past four in the morning when she finished her breakfast.
Sylvan Cheney helped her put on her coat, and made sure she wasn't cold before they headed towards the garage.
"You can sleep a bit more; I'll wake you when we get to the seaside," Sylvan Cheney said.
Jasmine Yale shook her head, "I'm not sleepy; I just miss Sweet Kitty a bit."
Sylvan Cheney hadn't expected her to suddenly mention the cat, which was beyond his anticipation.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The black Rolls-Royce drove out of the Cheney Residence.
The vast sky made this early morning uniquely charming.
At the seaside, Sylvan Cheney parked the car on an open space.
