Jasmine Yale listened to the silence from the other end of the phone. It was very quiet.
Charles Mcintosh glanced at the dark night outside and the floating snowflakes.
"Hmm, I'm not going home this year."
"Mr. McIntosh, please take care of yourself, and remember to call your family." Jasmine Yale said with a smile.
She had no family and hadn't experienced affection for many years.
"Miss Yale, if you need anything, let me know. Please take good care of the young master. I'm only at ease when he's with you."
"Mr. McIntosh, you trust me so much."
"Hmm."
Jasmine Yale felt touched by Charles Mcintosh again, warmth filling her eyes.
She didn't have much interaction with Charles McIntosh, but she was happy when he said this.
"Jasy, Baby Chale has prepared your favorite fish balls." Chale Cheney shouted from the dining room.
"Coming!" Jasmine Yale replied, then turned to Charles McIntosh, "Mr. McIntosh, I'll go and be with Little Chale."
"Ok."
