Chapter 492: What a night it is, without asking for a return date
Right after dinner that time, she looked a bit upset.
Sylvan Cheney noticed her little thoughts and tapped her hand with his chopsticks as soon as he picked them up.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like the food? Hmm?”
Jasmine Yale withdrew her hand and had a couple of bites of rice.
“No, it’s good.”
He grabbed her bowl: “If you’ve something to say, just say it straight. I don’t like roundabouts.”
Jasmine Yale kept silent.
Sylvan Cheney frowned, giving her a frosty glance.
“Actually, I’d like to have hotpot…” Her voice trailed off as she spoke.
She was afraid he might be displeased.