She had always been lonely in this world.
Because of one person, she had tasted both the warmth and coldness of the world.
"Dad, I want to have the savory mooncake from Archeus Brand! Could you get it for me, please…" Chale Cheney pleaded.
"No."
Sylvan Cheney didn't indulge Chale's plea at all.
There was only one person in the world whose pleas he would entertain, but that person disdained to do so.
He glanced at Jasmine Yale, grabbing her wrist.
Not letting her go.
Jasmine glared at him, he merely glanced back indifferently.
Only after Chale had finished his endless chatter, updating him about the day, did Sylvan hang up the phone.
He put away his phone and slowly put on his shirt.
"Go home early, Little Chale misses you." Jasmine said casually.
"The person he misses most is not me."
"You're his father. Of course, he misses you the most." Jasmine was unmoved, "But you are indeed patient with him."
"Jasmine Yale, it's rare for you to praise me."
