In the dense white fog, he raised his gaze slightly, looking at Jasmine Yale standing motionlessly in her place.
She stood there stunned, staring at him.
"Come here." He called out to her in a deep voice.
Upon hearing his familiar voice, Jasmine snapped back to reality.
Chale Cheney nuzzled against Sylvan Cheney's trousers, pleading him not to leave...Elder Cheney, don't go...
Jasmine walked over to him, blinked her long lashes a few times, disbelief and surprise written all over her beautiful face.
"You came out wearing slippers?" Sylvan Cheney glanced at her.
He saw the ring on her ring finger and was quite satisfied.
Jasmine Yale shifted uncomfortably on her feet: "I forgot to change."
"Not that you forgot to change, but that Jasy missed her dad too much." Chale Cheney immediately responded.
Jasmine Yale glared at Chale Cheney. No wonder, he was truly Sylvan Cheney's son, siding with Sylvan all the time.
What a brown-nose.
