A moment later, she lowers her head, daring not look at him.
Sylvan Cheney scoffs, so she claimed that she would go as far as to kill or set fires, with this level of guts.
"Mr. Cheney, Lana Fern is your aunt-in-law," she says uneasily.
Sylvan Cheney lets out another scornful laugh and says nothing.
Jasmine Yale feels terribly awkward.
She rubs her fingers together, pretending to take a sip of her milk tea in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.
How did she end up living under the same roof with such a boring man for twelve years??
Twelve years!
How did she not suffocate from boredom!
"Mr. Cheney, um, please drop me off at the intersection near my house, thank you."
Sylvan Cheney turns to look at her.
Jasmine Yale is startled, did she say something wrong again?
Shouldn't be…
"What flavour is the milk tea," Sylvan Cheney asks in an indifferent tone.
"Huh?" Jasmine Yale is taken aback, then smiles, "It's red bean flavoured, hehe, it's quite delicious."
"Red bean?"
