The responsibilities on his shoulders far outweigh hers, he has a career, loved ones, and everything he needs to bear.
Jasmine Yale is eating a sandwich, her eyes devoid of much emotion, like a lake, calm and rippleless.
She is already very happy that he was able to return safely.
She also learns that Spencer Childe hasn't died, and he is now in Landon.
At the same time, she also knows that Sylvan Cheney has a deep city and an ambition to control everything.
This man is far more amazing than she imagined.
Despite fifteen years of knowing him, her understanding of him is just the tip of the iceberg.
Jasmine Yale feels that...she and him are growing farther and farther apart.
That feeling is almost like, in the past she could still raise her head and look up at him, but now he has already stood at a height that she cannot see.
A man young enough to stand firm and rule in Landon is far beyond her league.
