Chale Cheney acted like a little adult, holding Jasmine Yale's hand as they walked step by step toward the house.
The living room was warm and cozy, and Jasmine felt the temperature difference from outside as soon as she entered.
"I like it here, but I like Landon more," Chale said as he pulled her to sit on the sofa.
Uncle Fand immediately brought them tea and snacks.
"Little Master, I really didn't expect you to return. It's been a long time since you and Mr. Cheney visited, two years, right? I thought you might not come back..."
"We will," Chale said earnestly.
"Good, good, it's nice to come back often. We clean the estate every day; it's ready for you to stay."
"Jasy, shall we sleep here tonight? I kind of miss this place," Chale sought her opinion.
Jasmine looked around curiously; the place was exquisitely decorated with a heavy European style, luxurious yet not ostentatious—it was Sylvan Cheney's style.
She nodded, "Okay, let's sleep here."
