Chapter 627: Chapter 627: Be with me


    When she returned to the bedroom, Sylvan Cheney had already undressed.


    Seeing his somber face, Jasmine Yale was somewhat hesitant to approach him.


    She stood at the doorway for a while, undecided about whether to proceed inside.


    “What are you doing standing out there?”


    “I…” Jasmine made a grimace, “Didn’t you dislike seeing me around? I’m afraid you’ll lose your temper.”


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    “Come here!” Sylvan ordered.


    Only then did Jasmine reluctantly move closer to him.


    “Help me bathe.”


    Jasmine’s eyes widened.


    “I can’t,” she quickly retorted, shaking her hands, “I’ve only bathed Little Chale and Riceball.”


    SylvanCheney: “…”


    “Mr. Cheney, shall I call a servant for you?”


    “Where do you get all these excuses?” Sylvan Cheney was displeased.


    “It’s… not an excuse. I really don’t know how, I’ve never bathed a man before,” Jasmine dered discontently.


    “Once you’ve done it, you’ll know how,” Sylvan Cheney began unbuttoning his shirt.


    In the end, Jasmine couldn’t reject him because he really was having difficulty moving. She reluctantly helped him into the bathroom and undressed him.


    Taking off his shirt was okay.


    But, when her hand touched his belt, she hesitated nervously.


    Her face turned from red to pale.


    It was extremely embarrassing.


    “Mr. Cheney, maybe you could…”


    “What’s wrong? I’m not embarrassed, why should you be?”


    Jasmine grimaced, steeling herself for what was toe. He was a patient, and there should be no reservations in caring for a patient, but her face nevertheless turned beet red.


    She turned away, avoiding his body.


    She turned on the shower and filled the tub with hot water.


    She tried to assist him with his bath.


    Although she was a bit embarrassed at first, after a while, she grew morefortable. After all, he was a patient.


    But Sylvan Cheney seemed to enjoy it.


    “Mr. Cheney, if you cooperate with the treatment, you’ll recover quickly,” Jasmine advised.


    “Hmm.”


    “I’ll take care of you during this period. Once you’re better, I’ll stop.”


    “…”


    “Mr. Cheney, pardon my directness, but youck a wife by your side.” This was the first time she had discussed this issue with him directly, “You need a woman to take care of you, and Little Chale needs a mother. This is what constitutes aplete family.”


    “What are you trying to say?”


    “There will be a girl who truly likes you, and she is somewhere out there. She will love you with all her heart, and she will also love Little Chale.”


    “How do you n for your future?” Sylvan Cheney suddenly asked.


    His eyes were fixed on her, his icy stare falling on her fair, warm face.


    Jasmine was stunned.


    He seldom asked about her future ns.


    Today he suddenly did so, and she hadn’t prepared an answer.


    “No ns?” he pursued.


    “Not exactly.” Jasmine paused for a moment, pursed her lips slightly, her eyes distant and devoid of sparkle.


    “I prefer to go step by step. First, I’ll see if I can get into graduate school.”


    “I’m asking about your ns for a family.”


    Jasmine was taken aback.


    She shook her head, “No ns, I haven’t thought about it.”


    She truly hadn’t thought about it.


    Maybe growing up in an iplete family, she had hopes for a “home,” but didn’t dare to have high expectations.


    Seeing her in this state, Sylvan Cheney felt the urge to tease her.


    “Jasy, stay with me,” Sylvan Cheney suddenly proposed.


    His voice was gentle,ced with a hint of helplessness and indifference, like a wandering mist in the air ─── hazy and unreal.