In the end, Jasmine Yale remembered that she had compromised.
Like a child who had done something wrong, she admitted softly, "I will study hard."
After all, she didn't want to leave the Cheney Residence.
The Cheney Residence had long felt like home to her, she didn't want to leave the residence, didn't want to leave him.
She loved the feeling of being able to see him every morning right after waking up, loved the breakfast that Aunt Hurst made, loved every flower and blade of grass inside and outside of the Cheney Residence.
She didn't want to go.
The sunlight was warm, the years peaceful.
...
During her break, Jasmine Yale propped her cheeks in her hands and reined in her memories.
A slight smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
It was her first time at the Cheney Group, her memories seemed both distant and close, just a thought away from touching them.
She adjusted her hair and walked out of the break room.
The break room led to Sylvan Cheney's office.
