The air, suddenly silent.
Jasmine Yale's gaze carried a trace of stubbornness, just like before.
"If you say a single 'no,' I will never bother you again. I've said it, I have my pride too. I will leave immediately tomorrow, and never see you again." Jasmine calmed down, as if thinking it all through on the way, "I was wrong first about tonight, I'm sorry."
With her apology, Sylvan Cheney inexplicably became irritated.
He stared into her eyes, and in the meeting of their gazes, sparks flew.
The atmosphere in the car was already tense, and now it became even more oppressive.
"Don't push your luck, Jasmine Yale."
Saying that, Sylvan Cheney pushed the door open and stepped out of the car with long strides.
Outside, a cold wind blew.
Sylvan walked toward the living room.
Butler Santana hadn't gone to bed yet, she was startled to see Mr. Cheney return, but then took his overcoat from him.
