This metaphor made Sylvan Cheney smile knowingly. He thought for a moment and nodded, "It's kind of like that."
Jasmine Yale had never felt this way before.
She took the initiative to hold Sylvan Cheney's arm, while he was responsible for carrying things.
They chatted all the way down the stairs.
Sylvan Cheney drove the car himself.
He asked her many questions about Butler Santana's preferences, and she said Butler Santana was very easy-going, a good person, not picky.
"Jasmine, what if your aunt isn't satisfied with me? What if she doesn't allow you to be with me?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, full of worries.
"That's unlikely. I've mentioned you to her many times, and she thinks you're quite good."
"Really? For example, how am I good?"
Jasmine Yale knew he was setting a trap for her again, clearly wanting to hear her praise him.
