Her words were somewhat childish.
Sylvan Cheney pressed his large hand on her small head, thinking that she had fallen asleep.
"All right, go to sleep, it'll be fine as long as I straighten things out with you," Sylvan said indifferently.
Jasmine Yale drifted in and out of sleep, and coupled with the early rise today, she soon fell into dreamland. Her lips moved slightly, uttering two muffled words: "Jerk."
Winter in Landon is always unfailingly bleak.
Especially at night.
The next day was Sunday, and Sylvan Cheney went to the Cheney Family business early.
When Jasmine Yale got up, she didn't see him and couldn't be bothered to ask about him. After washing up, she went downstairs.
"Miss Yale, you're awake." Butler Santana came over to greet her, "Mr. Cheney went to the company after seven in the morning."
"Oh." Jasmine Yale listlessly sat at the dining table, looking at the breakfast spread with little appetite.
As usual, she drank a glass of milk and ate a little.
