The little girl sat next to Ann Nolan, chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.
It was then that Jasmine Yale took a good look at Harlow Mackenzie.
He seemed even more handsome up close.
Deep-set eyes, a high and straight nose, thin cool lips.
At the dinner table, Harlow barely spoke, silently eating his meal. He sat quite far away from Xandra Mackenzie.
Xandra, on the other hand, was chatty and more cheerful than Harlow.
Professor Mackenzie and his wife seemed to prefer chatting with Xandra, not paying much attention to their own son.
"Jasmine, is the food to your taste?" the professor's wife kindly asked.
Jasmine Yale hastily nodded: "It's delicious, your cooking is excellent."
The professor's wife had cooked the meal herself to serve them.
"Jasmine, do you have a boyfriend? If not, may I introduce you to a young man?" The professor's wife spoke enthusiastically.
Professor Mackenzie shot her a look, "Sort out our son's affairs before worrying about others."
