Jasmine Yale's eyes were firmly fixed on Butler Santana, not giving her any chance to dodge!
Her gaze was sharp and chilly.
She always felt that Butler Santana was hiding something from her!
Butler Santana felt very uncomfortable under her scrutiny, as if there was a sharp blade on her back, and she lowered her head guiltily, whispering—
"Miss Yale, I wouldn't dare to hide anything from you."
"If you're not hiding anything from me, then I'll just sit here and wait. You said he wouldn't be back for lunch, so I'll wait." Jasmine Yale said determinedly.
"Miss Yale, you..." Butler Santana was both anxious and helpless.
In fact, Butler Santana had never intended to deliberately keep anything from Jasmine Yale; she would have to know about it eventually.
But she hadn't expected Jasmine Yale to come home as soon as she woke up.
Jasmine Yale's bright eyes were still on her.
Butler Santana moved her lips, and after a long while, she slowly began to speak.
