The shadow, neither too far nor too close, happened to block the sunlight in front of them.
Jasmine Yale's hand, holding the fork, paused for a few seconds. She looked up at the newcomer.
Upon clearly seeing the approaching person, a subtle glint flashed across her eyes. Her gaze flickered lightly but quickly calmed down.
Will Caddel, who was drinking tea, also put down his teacup and leaned back on the sofa, looking up.
Jasmine Yale and Will Caddel, neither of them spoke.
"Sorry, this seat has always been mine when I come here." Erin Janus, with a protruding belly, light makeup, and a cold, proud expression, said.
She was wearing a loose light green dress, with an ivory shawl draped over it, carrying a new Dior pearl bag, and her long hair fell over her shoulders.
Her voice wasn't loud enough to cause a stir but loud enough for Jasmine Yale and Will Caddel to hear.
Will Caddel glanced out the window, then at Erin Janus, "Oh? Is Miss Janus's name on it? Waiter, come here."
