"What are you thinking about?" Sylvan Cheney couldn't help but ask.
"A lot of things..."
"Don't overthink when there's nothing to worry about. If you're really bored, I can take you to the Cheney office."
"No, I won't go." Jasmine Yale shook her head, "I asked for leave from school, and I have to go back in five days. When I leave, will you miss me?"
Sylvan Cheney's brow furrowed, his sharp gaze held an indiscernible meaning.
Usually, it was him who brought it up, but today she took the initiative.
"Do women tend to overthink when they have their period? Come on, let's eat first."
"How's everything at the Cheney office?" Jasmine Yale suddenly asked.
"Everything's fine."
"And the court matter..."
"That's not your concern."
"I know you definitely have a way to handle it." There was a faint smile on the corners of Jasmine Yale's mouth, "I won't interfere anymore, and I won't ask. I need to return to Cakago."
"Jasmine Yale, are you feeling unwell?"
