A meal that Jasmine Yale found very satisfying.
After the meal, she and Sylvan Cheney packed up the things in the house.
"Miss Yale, if there's anything you need, just call me. I can come over anytime," Butler Santana reminded.
"Alright, I'll send the address to your phone," Jasmine Yale replied.
There wasn't much of their stuff, and once packed up, they had to leave this place.
Butler Santana accompanied them downstairs, watching Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney with reluctance.
The cool moonlight spilled across, coating everything with a layer of hazy and soft glow.
As Sylvan Cheney went to the car, Jasmine Yale held Butler Santana for a secret chat, glancing at Sylvan Cheney from time to time.
Butler Santana also wanted to take a few more glances at Mr. Cheney, but alas, they had to return home.
However, as long as they're still around, there will be plenty of chances in the future.
"Miss Yale, be sure to let me know before you have the baby. I'll be there with you."
