Mending a Broken Love (Sebastian and Roxanne) novel Chapter 137

Yasmin quickly explained, panic lingering in her voice, "I just saw two people run a red light. They were nearly hit by a car. It scared the life out of me."

Jensen shrugged casually. "You'll have to get used to it. This isn't Valoria. Back home, it's nearly impossible to get robbed in broad daylight."

Living abroad certainly had its admirable aspects, but there were just as many things that made one uneasy. People here were largely individualistic and seldom adhered to rules. The government had little power to intervene.

Crime wasn't uncommon, and rule-breaking was a part of everyday life. Some called it freedom and democracy; others would call it pure chaos.

Running a red light was about as ordinary as crossing the street.

Yasmin nodded thoughtfully. "Got it."

Mason smiled and asked, "So how long are you staying?"

"I'm flying back tomorrow night," she replied.

"What time? I'll join you."

Her eyes lit up, and under the table, she clenched her hands slightly to keep calm. "8:00 pm."

Mason's gaze softened, warm and unwavering. "Alright."

Jensen watched from the side, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He had known Mason for years, and he had never seen him show this kind of warmth to anyone.

Sure, Mason had the polished, graceful demeanor of a pianist, but beneath the surface, he was distant. He was detached in a way that made him feel untouchable.

He was supposed to be in Hyvaland for another week. But for Yasmin, he was cutting his trip short. He even insisted on flying back with her. That was… a bit much, even for someone like him.

But Jensen understood. Mason wasn't the kind of person who easily gave his admiration to others. Especially in music, where he had impossibly high standards. Even renowned artists and prodigies often failed to catch his interest. He had his own standards.

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