When Jasmine Yale came downstairs, she was holding flowers.
Sylvan Cheney looked up, a slight surprise flashing in his deep eyes.
Jasmine Yale dressed youthfully today, wearing a beige thin sweater and a star-adorned mesh skirt, her hair tied with a light pink satin headband, making her look like a little princess.
She was naturally beautiful, and even a casual outfit looked exceptionally good on her.
Sylvan squinted his eyes, his sharp gaze falling on her.
She walked with her head down, holding the flowers, unaware of Sylvan watching her as she lifted her skirt to come down the stairs.
For some reason, Jasmine's appearance reminded Sylvan of her in a wedding dress.
Wedding dress?
He averted his gaze, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating indifferently.
Jasmine sat down, placing the roses beside her.
"Move the flowers away while eating."
"The scent is quite pleasant," Jasmine said.
"Are you planning to sleep holding them too?"
