Her face was red from the cold, but her large, watery eyes sparkled brightly.
She hadn't seen her dad in so many days...
She missed him!
Jasmine Yale quickly instructed to her servant, "Fetch a scarf and a coat."
"Yes, Miss Yale."
Chale Cheney was glad to see Jasmine Yale wasn't sending him away anymore, and held onto her hand joyfully.
"Jasy, your hand feels so cold." His hand was warm.
Jasmine Yale firmly held his little soft hand in hers.
The north wind blew, chilling to the bone.
She shivered and let out a sneeze.
But still, she didn't want to go back inside and wait. Her heart pounded incessantly, as if it would jump out of her throat.
The sky was dull and smoggy, visibility very low.
Waiting for even just one minute felt like a year.
The servants quickly fetched a scarf and a coat for Chale Cheney and Jasmine Yale put them on him, feeling relieved.
Sylvan Cheney's Rolls-Royce slowly pulled into the villa's driveway.
