"Did you save some for me?" Sylvan Cheney curled his lips and asked.
"I did, I did." Jasmine Yale quickly nodded, "Are you almost back? Butler Santana tried the pastries I made and said they were delicious."
"I'm on my way home, wait for me half an hour."
"Alright, are you driving yourself?"
"Yes."
"Then I won't disturb you. I see the weather isn't great, it's very windy, so please be careful."
Jasmine Yale carefully reminded him a few more times before reluctantly hanging up the phone.
Even though it had only been a few hours since they parted, she still missed him as soon as she woke up.
She busied herself in the afternoon making some pastries and looking over the project proposals he gave her. Although she didn't have much freedom, she felt more fulfilled.
Fulfillment was enough.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head, her fingers sliding on the tablet, while waiting for him, she focused on the documents.
Once clueless about finance, she's now come to understand some basics.
