Jasmine was a Wiltspoonian. Her family had become rich because they were relocated to make way for development in the past.

“I don’t want to eat in a hotel, but heading home is a bit of a distance. I’m hungry.”

Josh asked, “Isn’t the car stocked with your favorite snacks? Haven’t I told you to keep some snacks you like in the car? You can grab a bite whenever you’re out and not let yourself go hungry.”

“I don’t leave the house much lately aside from going to the bookstore, so I didn’t prepare any snacks.”

“We can pop by a supermarket later and buy some food for you. Let’s have lunch at your house. It’s nearby.”

The Buchams’ house was quite a distance from York Corporation.

However, the Soxes’ home was pretty nearby.

“Okay,” Jasmine replied happily.

She preferred returning to her house to have her mother’s home-cooked food, rather than the exotic, expensive food she had been having for every meal in her in-laws’ house.

She found it utterly delicious and delightful, even if