Chapter 1060: That Familiar Agarwood Fragrance and Tobacco Scent

Jasmine Yale was slightly startled and looked up with her bright eyes at the man in front of her.

She did not know the man.

But the things he mentioned, she could not be more familiar with.

Familiar to the bone, for her whole life.

They were Sylvan Cheney's favorites.

Confusion flickered in Jasmine's lustrous eyes as she steadily gazed at the man in front of her, somewhat lost in thought.

"I would like the lady herself to make it, thank you," the man said with a smile, politely adding another sentence.

Make it herself?

Jasmine looked across the street at the black Mercedes.

The car window was not raised, and the sunlight fell on the glass, reflecting a dazzling brightness.

She could not see the person in the car.

"Okay," Jasmine nodded.

She turned around and bent down to prepare the breakfast with her own hands.

These breakfasts used to be made by Aunt Hurst; Jasmine could not cook, she only knew how to grind coffee.