Sylvan Cheney helped her into the passenger seat.
Throughout the ride, Jasmine Yale was listless, lacking energy, and not talking much.
Sylvan Cheney didn't quite understand what was going on with her. She had been so cheerful in the morning. Perhaps it was just a pregnant woman's mood swings, and he didn't think much of it.
After returning home, Jasmine Yale didn't want to eat anything.
Sylvan Cheney peeled an apple for her, and only then did she take it.
"Jasmine, I still need to rush to the company for a meeting, so I can't stay with you. If you need anything, just call me. If you're feeling down, I can ask Aunt Santana to keep you company." Sylvan Cheney poured her a cup of hot water. "I've left lunch for you. If you're hungry when you wake up, just heat it up."
"Eat before you go," Jasmine Yale said as she looked at him.
"Hmm, I'm not in a hurry," Sylvan Cheney replied, looking at her. "Are you sure you don't want a bite? You might get hungry."
