She knew he must be very angry, but simply hadn't shown it to her.
"It looks like it's going to rain." Jasmine Yale glanced at the sky outside the balcony, dark and heavy, "Are you coming back for lunch?"
"I'll be back in the evening." Sylvan Cheney finally spoke.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't tell you such a big thing." Jasmine Yale lowered her head, "If you want to scold me, just do it, I promise I won't talk back."
"..."
"Are you driving? Then I won't disturb you, I'll wait for you tonight." Jasmine Yale hung up the phone.
Her fingers were still trembling, although she couldn't see his expression, she could feel that he was angry.
The sky outside the window was gloomy, and Jasmine Yale rested her chin on her hands, watching the outside.
Soon enough, as expected, it began to rain.
The rain was not light, drizzling, coming in waves.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes slightly, her long lashes drooping as she stared unblinkingly at the cold rain outside the window.
