He didn't know if she had seen something, or if she was frightened by something.
She didn't say, and he wouldn't press her for it.
He carefully drove the car to the restaurant downstairs, then helped Jasmine Yale into the passenger seat.
Jasmine Yale smiled slightly, "I can manage, I'm only a little over three months pregnant."
"Whether it's one month or ten months pregnant, it's essentially the same," Yukon Carbon patiently fastened her seatbelt, "Is there any discomfort? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
The hot wind blew in from the window, and Jasmine Yale shook her head.
Only then did Yukon Carbon sit in the driver's seat.
Jasmine Yale insisted that he not turn on the air conditioning and insisted on opening the window.
She feared the suffocating feeling; with fresh air blowing in, she felt much more at ease.
The hot wind blew in, and she took a deep breath, her gaze looking into the distance.
