Outside the cafe, a Ferrari was parked.
Sylvan Cheney made Jasmine Yale sit in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt for her, then walked around to the driver's side.
Sylvan Cheney was very focused when he drove, his expression remaining somewhat cold and serious.
"You're angry, aren't you? I didn't mean to interfere, it's just that with people like this, knowing your nature, you won't say much to him upfront. If you keep retreating, he will push his boundaries, so..."
"Thank you."
Sylvan Cheney interrupted Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine seemed startled, turning her head towards him in disbelief.
Her eyes were filled with surprise.
She thought Sylvan Cheney would say "These are things you shouldn't meddle in".
But she was wrong.
Sylvan Cheney pulled a faint smile, raising a hand to gently touch her head, saying again, "Thank you."
He understood her intentions.
She knew he hated quarreling with people, and had to bear loss when faced with shameless, thick-skinned individuals.
