Sylvan Cheney put a knitted jacket on her: "It's windy outside."
"Okay." Jasmine Yale put on the jacket.
"Didn't you make some snacks? Bring them along. You can eat them if you get hungry on the road. The journey is a bit long."
Jasmine Yale grew more curious about where he was taking her.
Nevertheless, she obediently brought the snacks along.
Sylvan Cheney grabbed the car keys: "Let's go, downstairs."
"Should we bring an umbrella? Will it rain?"
"There's one in the car." Sylvan Cheney replied lightly, "It's just windy; it won't rain for a while."
Jasmine Yale had great confidence in his way of doing things.
It had always been like this. When she was with him, she didn't have to worry about anything or think about anything. He would manage everything meticulously, and she just needed to be there.
Sylvan Cheney also wore a suit jacket. He wasn't quite used to Jasmine Yale's pace yet and sometimes would unintentionally walk ahead.
