Sylvan Cheney warmed up breakfast for her and brought it to her.
"I can do it myself." Jasmine Yale stopped him from feeding her and took a slice of cake.
The cake tasted pretty good, and she ate it with relish, perhaps because she was hungry. Her gaze fell on the cake on the plate, with a sparkle in her eyes, deep and calm.
Sylvan Cheney had a notebook on his long legs, unsure of what to say for a moment.
In fact, Jasmine Yale's expression was much more natural than his.
"When is the housekeeper coming?" she asked casually.
"The housekeeper is on leave today."
"Hmm? Why does your housekeeper always take leave?"
"The housekeeper hasn't been feeling well these days."
"Oh." Jasmine Yale responded, "Then what about the clothes that need to be changed?"
"Just give them to me."
"..." Jasmine Yale looked up, giving him a skeptical glance, "Can you really do it?"
