In the morning, a ray of sunlight shone on the floor.
Jasmine stirred in her bed.
Tired and groggy, she struggled to lift her sore arms.
It was a battle to open her eyes, her eyelids so heavy.
Had the rain stopped?
She walked to the window, barefoot on the soft carpet.
As she pulled back the curtain, the sunny daylight streamed onto her face, carrying both light and warmth.
She squinted her eyes. As it turned out, it was alreadyte.
Her head was throbbing. With no other option, Jasmine had to find a painkiller from her medicine box.
Suddenly, she paused ¡ª
Last night, it seems, someone had visited.
She remembered, having passed out drunk, she wasn¡¯t wearing the pajamas she had on!
Jasmine, now agitated, ran to the balcony, then to the bathroom.
Everything was clean, not a trace was left.
But precisely because it was too clean and tidy, she felt more convinced that someone had been therest night, tidied her apartment, and even changed her clothes.
Jasmine was dazed. She rubbed her temples hard, trying to remember.
They say drinking can cause problems. Who knew that could be true even when drinking at home?
Last night¡
After thinking for a while, a terrifying thought shed through her mind.
Last night, it seemed the visitor was not someone else, but Sylvan Cheney.
Chapter 437: She Bullied His Son
Chapter 437: She Bullied His Son
He came to her ce?
The harder she thought about it, the clearer the answer became.
In the bathroom, there still seemed to be traces of his scent, elegant and restrained agarwood fragrance.
She had lived with him for twelve years, she couldn¡¯t be more familiar.
Jasmine Yale was a little shocked, copsing on the bed, clutching her hair.
Why did hee? Breaking into her door in the middle of the night?
Damn it, she really wanted to call the police.
Their presences, both big and small, were incredibly vexing, really.
Perhaps she owed them money in her previous life, and now she had to pay them back in this one.
Jasmine Yale took a painkiller and sat back on the bed.
She sniffled, and tearfully dialed Joe Heath¡¯s number.
¡°Hello? Elder Heath¡¡± Jasmine Yale¡¯s voice was hoarse.
¡°What¡¯s up? Have you been drinking again? Your voice sounds off.¡± Joe Heath asked with concern.
He was in a meeting at the Star Sharp Headquarters when Jasmine Yale¡¯s call came in, and he stepped outside to answer it.
¡°Mm,¡± Jasmine Yale lowered her head, sounding upset, ¡°I drank too muchst night and only just woke up.¡±
¡°Is there anything wrong? Do you want me toe and see you?¡±
¡°No need, I just wanted to talk to someone. That¡he camest night.¡±
¡°Who?¡±
As soon as Joe Heath asked the question, he instantly understood.
Who else could it be?
But, why did his older brother go to Singapore? For a business trip?
Joe Heath¡¯s eyes darkened.
¡°Did he do anything to you? You tell me. If he did something, I won¡¯t let him off. He¡¯s about to get engaged.¡± Joe Heath¡¯s voice changed.
Now, he was deeply concerned about Jasmine Yale.
¡°He didn¡¯t do anything to me, it¡¯s just¡from now on, can you change the locks on my apartment to fingerprint locks?¡± Jasmine Yale said calmly.
¡°He went to your apartment?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°Bastard!¡± Joe was furious.
Sylvan Cheney, what a bastard, fully aware of his uing engagement, yet still thinking about his woman?
Could someone be so shameless?
¡°Don¡¯t get mad. If there was something I could do about it, I would have called the police, but never mind.¡± Jasmine Yale said casually.
Joe took a deep breath.
Calling the police was totally unnecessary.
¡°Jasmine, how I wish I could sprout wings and fly to you now! Unbearable to see you being bullied¡¡±
Upon hearing him sounding childishly protective, Jasmine Yaleughed, ¡°Didn¡¯t you say Star Sharp is extremely busy recently? With the establishment of branches and several important films needing to be ready by the winter holidays¡¡±
¡°Yeah, I¡¯ve been frantically busytely, plus an endless stream of unavoidable ribbon cutting ceremonies, wine dinners, birthday parties¡¡±
¡°Then don¡¯t overwork yourself, make sure to get some rest, and contact me when you have some free time.¡±
¡°And you, stop drinking.¡±
¡°Can¡¯t me me, the wine you gave me is too good.¡±
¡°Oh, so it¡¯s my fault now? Fine, next time I won¡¯t bring any wine for you. I just wanted to add a touch of romance to your life and you took advantage.¡±
Jasmine Yaleughed, chatting with Joe Heath on the phone for a long while.
They didn¡¯t mention Sylvan Cheney at all.
Although she wasn¡¯t sure why Sylvan Cheney showed upst night, maybe she upset his son.
But what¡¯s done is done.
They are on different paths.
Their life trajectories arepletely distinct, certainly not to cross paths again.
At least, she didn¡¯t want to return home anymore.
Jasmine Yale no longer considered anything about Sylvan Cheney or Chale Cheney. She and Sylvan Cheney were done.
She didn¡¯t owe him anything any longer. If he still insisted on her life and she couldn¡¯t resist, she would have to offer it willingly.
But before that, she would live her life well.
Chapter 438: No One Wants to Be Homeless and Wander
Chapter 438: No One Wants to Be Homeless and Wander
On Monday, Jasmine Yale went to work as usual.
Just as she arrived at the office, before she could even pour a cup of coffee, the receptionist handed her an envelope.
¡°Jasmine, this is for you.¡±
¡°Hmm?¡±
Jasmine was curious, an envelope?
She opened it with a hint of bewilderment and it turned out to be an invitation identical to the one Joe Heath had received.
Red background, gilded text, festive decorations.
Upon opening, it wasn¡¯t unexpected.
Sylvan Cheney, Ynda Fern.
Seeing Joe¡¯s invitation and receiving one herself were two different matters, her fingers nheless quivered slightly.
Herplexion changed momentarily, but quickly returned to normal, only a dull light flickered in her eyes.
Jasmine tucked the invitation away and ced it in her drawer.
She got up and went to the pantry to pour a cup of coffee.
The weather outside was fine.
¡°Jasmine, you look a bit unwell, are you feeling okay?¡± a colleague asked with concern.
Jasmine snapped back to reality: ¡°Huh? No.¡±
¡°You say ¡®no¡¯, but you¡¯re spilling your coffee. Is something bothering you?¡±
Jasmine looked down, quickly cleaned the table with a rag.
¡°I probably didn¡¯t sleep wellst night, really, I¡¯m fine.¡± Jasmine replied with a smile.
¡°If you¡¯re feeling down, I can go shopping with you tonight.¡±
¡°Okay.¡±
Jasmine smiled and responded casually.
An ambiguous emotion was spreading throughout her heart, and she wasn¡¯t confident about what this feeling was. It was like something that had been submerged in water suddenly floating to the surface.
Jasmine walked back to her desk with her coffee.
She felt an uncontroble headache.
After she turned on herputer, she started to work.
There were several press releases to send out, and a few strategies to finalize¡
She was busy every moment.
Maybe it¡¯s a good thing if it¡¯s always this hectic.
The invitation was buried under a stack of books in her drawer.
While she was focused on drafting, the phone on her desk rang.
¡°Hello?¡±
¡°Jasmine.¡±
Jasmine¡¯s hand paused.
The voice, she wasn¡¯t familiar with, yet it made her tremble inexplicably.
It seemed like a thousand threads were spread out in an instant.
The voice was gentle, like a March breeze amongst willows.
¡°Hello, you are ¡¡± Jasmine¡¯s expression was somewhat confused.
¡°I¡¯m Ynda Fern.¡± The voice at the other end of the line responded with a smile.
¡°Oh ¡¡± Jasmine was a bit disoriented.
Ynda Fern¡ all her understanding about Ynda Fern was from others, they had never spoken before.
But how strange, she felt as if they had known each other for a very long time despite never having met in person.
Her impression of Ynda Fern was of a gentle, beautiful, virtuous wife and good mother.
Thest time she saw Ynda Fern was the morning before she had left for overseas¡ª
Morning fog with dew, stretches of withered grass.
Ynda and Chale Cheney stood together, behind them was the tall, steady Sylvan Cheney.
They were a peaceful and harmonious family.
She admitted, at that moment, she felt a tinge of sourness.
Not because Ynda Fern was with Sylvan Cheney, but because she dreamed of having a stable home herself.
No one wishes to live a vagrant life amidst chaos and turmoil.
¡°Jasmine, did you get the invitation?¡± Ynda¡¯s voice was gentle as ever.
¡°Yes, I received it.¡±
Jasmine replied calmly.
Ynda was different from Lana Fern, facing Lana Fern, she still had some courage.
But Ynda, her gentleness left her emotionless.
¡°I¡¯m d you got it. I¡¯ve always wanted to invite you, but I heard you were overseas, it took a while to find your address, and I was afraid the invitation might get lost.¡±
¡°It didn¡¯t, I received it.¡±
¡°That¡¯s good to hear, sorry it¡¯s a littlete, hope you don¡¯t mind.¡±
Chapter 439: 439: Finally, a Full Stop
Chapter 439: Finally, a Full Stop
Jasmine Yale held her cellphone, unsure of what to say.
Yet it was Ynda whoughed, ¡°Could you make time toe?¡±
¡°I need to check my work schedule.¡±
¡°Sure, if you have time,e by. I can arrange everything,¡± Ynda said, ¡°I¡¯m mainly in charge of wedding affairs. Mr. Cheney is really busy with work, so I didn¡¯t bother him with it. You can¡¯t me him.¡±
¡°Hmm.¡±
Jasmine had a lump in her throat, the sensation was indescribable.
¡°Mr. Cheney told me, he said that you¡¯ve lived at the Cheney Residence for twelve years, he has feelings for you, he hopes you cane.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll try.¡±
¡°Chale is quite fond of you, he would be very happy if you came.¡± Yndaughed, ¡°Don¡¯t consider yourself an outsider, we are all family. Mr. Cheney said he¡¯s always treated you like a sister, he doesn¡¯t have a sister, so he really likes you. He also said, you are very cute.¡±
Her hand was shaking uncontrobly.
Jasmine was unable to say a single word.
¡°Jasmine? Jasmine?¡± Ynda called out.
¡°Oh, I¡¯m here.¡±
¡°What¡¯s wrong? You don¡¯t sound quite right¡¡±
¡°I have a cold.¡±
Jasmine quickly ran to the window, opened it, and let the wind rush in.
Her mind was a blur.
¡°You are alone abroad, you should take care of yourself, I heard CEO Heath treats you quite well? He is indeed a good guy, I wish you happiness.¡±
¡°I also wish you a happy marriage.¡± Jasmine said calmly.
Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Her heart pounded heavily.
It felt like a very long road which seemed to have no end was suddenly¡ at the end.
When is the date of your return? There is no date yet.
¡°Thank you,¡± Ynda¡¯s voice sounded very cheerful, ¡°I look forward to your visit, could you help me look after Little Chale Cheney while you¡¯re here?¡±
¡°Sure.¡±
¡°Jasmine, I really can¡¯t thank you enough.¡±
Jasmine didn¡¯t speak again, she didn¡¯t know what to say.
It seemed that everything that needed to be said was already said.
¡°Jasmine, are you at work now? Then you go ahead, we haven¡¯t met yet, I think we will get along well? I am looking forward to it.¡±
¡°Hmm.¡±
¡°Should I hang up now? Goodbye.¡±
¡°Goodbye.¡±
Ynda¡¯s voice was very gentle.
Long after hanging up the phone, her voice still echoed in Jasmine¡¯s ears.
Jasmine stood by the window, let out a sigh.
Fifteen years of entanglement, and finally, a period was drawn to it.
Her beautiful eyes were foggy, as she gazed into the distance, her sight was hazy and blurry.
This way, it¡¯s pretty good.
It really is pretty good.
The wind blew her hair, she raised her hand and tucked it behind her ear.
The naivety, love, bitterness, sweet and sour¡ from her younger years turned into smoke, and dissipated.
Scattered, and said goodbye.
The lovers are finally together, it¡¯s probably one of the most beautiful things in the world.
She is not a vindictive person, she thinks it¡¯s really¡ nice this way.
¡°Jasmine, it¡¯s lunchtime now,e and eat! The dining hall has added meals today! There¡¯s your favorite sweet and sour ribs!¡±
A female colleague called her from afar.
Only then did Jasminee to herself, turned her head, smiled, and made an ¡°OK¡± gesture: ¡°Good, I¡¯ll be right there!¡±
¡°I¡¯ll save a spot for you!¡±
¡°Thank you!¡±
Jasmine went back to her own desk and tidied up.
She found Joe Heath on WeChat and sent him a message: ¡°I also received an invitation to your brother¡¯s engagement banquet, I¡¯ll go with you.¡±
After sending it, she touched up her makeup and headed toward the dining hall.
Chapter 440: 440: Ill Leave After Their Engagement
Chapter 440: I¡¯ll Leave After Their Engagement
When Jasmine Yale once again set foot in Landon, it was already the peak of winter.
The air was filled with a chilling sharpness that pierced her face with every gust of wind, like an ice-cold needle.
The world was deste and vast under the bleak sky.
Jasmine wrapped her red scarf tighter around her, burying her face within.
It was so cold!
Landon seemed especially freezing this year.
As soon as she stepped onto this ground, a wave of familiarity washed over her.
This was, after all, the ce where she had lived for fifteen years, not without some lingering memories.
She had lived here for fifteen years.
Joe Heath¡¯s Porsche was parked ostentatiously outside the airport.
¡°Jasmine, have you been waiting long?¡± He hopped out of the car, ¡°I was held up by a few shareholders. Sorry, for beingte.¡±
Jasmine shook her head with a smile, ¡°No, I just arrived.¡±
¡°Why didn¡¯t you dress warmer? You must be freezing.¡±
Joe couldn¡¯t help but feel a pang of pity seeing her face flushed red from the cold.
¡°I did dress warm, I just didn¡¯t expect Landon to be this cold.¡±
Jasmine stomped her feet, the cold wind relentlessly seeping into her clothes.
¡°It is exceptionally cold this year, especially today, with such low temperature and no sunshine.¡±
As Joe said this, he took off his ck scarf.
He wrapped anotheryer of scarf around Jasmine before leading her to the car, fully satisfied.
Joe held her hand and couldn¡¯t help but worry, ¡°Your hands are so cold, why didn¡¯t you wear gloves?¡±
¡°I forgot to buy some¡¡± Jasmine replied awkwardly.
Joe¡¯s scarf still held his warmth, which made Jasmine¡¯s heart flutter.
He opened the car door for her and let her sit in the passenger seat.
Jasmine looked up at Joe andughed.
¡°You look handsome today.¡±
She was telling the truth; Joe, dressed in a gray overcoat, looked even more stable and handsome, giving off a sense of calmness he didn¡¯t usually have.
¡°When am I not handsome?¡±
Joe got in the driver¡¯s seat, started the car with a charming smile.
The Porsche quickly started and left the airport.
But neither of them noticed ¡ª
Not far away, a ck Rolls-Royce was discreetly parked by the road.
The man in the driver¡¯s seat held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.
The rising smoke hid half of his cold, austere face, his eyes shing a gloomy light.
The Porsche smoothly drove to a hotel.
The car was warm and Jasmine finally feltfortable.
¡°How many days are you nning to stay in Landon?¡± Joe asked.
¡°I will leave once they are engaged.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t you intend to stay and enjoy yourself? You haven¡¯t been back for a while, right?¡±
¡°I have lived here for fifteen years, I don¡¯t think there¡¯s anything more to enjoy. But I do miss Peyenne.¡± Jasmine sighed.
¡°Didn¡¯t I tell you, she¡¯s fine. She¡¯s being taken care of by Lincoln Lamar¡¯s people. Lincoln is one of my talents, he wouldn¡¯t dare to treat Peyenne badly.¡±
¡°I want to see her.¡±
¡°Not possible, she¡¯s in Switzend, don¡¯t go running around.¡±
¡°Alright, I get it.¡±
Jasmine knew Switzend was far, and she wouldn¡¯t go there without a good reason. But she can¡¯t help but miss Peyenne.
Peyenne is her best friend in Landon.
Seeing Jasmine in good spirits, Joe was relieved.
It seemed she genuinely didn¡¯t care about certain people or matters.
But it was better to step back and enjoy the boundless sea and sky, rather than forcing oneself into a corner.
He also doubted that his elder brother, Sylvan Cheney, could ever truly like Jasmine, considering their ipatible personalities.
With Sylvan, Jasmine would only find herself at a disadvantage.
Chapter 441: This Little Thing, So Cunning
Chapter 441: This Little Thing, So Cunning
Joe Heath escorted Jasmine Yale all the way to the hotel.
¡°Do you have a press conferenceter? You should hurry along. I¡¯ll unpack a little and then take a nap.¡±
¡°Alright, give me a call if anythinges up.¡±
Joe Heath helped her settle down, reminding her of this and that before leaving.
¡°Okay.¡±
Only then did Joe Heath leave with peace of mind, kindly ordering breakfast for her.
He was not naturally a man who was good at caring for others.
But some aspects of him were slowly changing.
Jasmine Yale hung up her clothes and changed into warm pajamas before settling on the bed for some gaming.
The sky outside was overcast. Sylvan Cheney¡¯s engagement ceremony was the day after tomorrow, and it was likely to rain.
Winter in Landon was exceedingly cold when it rained.
She hadn¡¯t brought many clothes. Once he was engaged, she would leave.
She heard that he did not invite many people to the engagement party, only family and friends.
She was curious about what she was considered.
After ying games for a while and eating breakfast, Jasmine Yale finally went to sleep.
Sure enough, Joe Heath received a call from Chale Cheney as soon as he left the hotel.
¡°Uncle Heath, did you bring me a gift?¡±
¡°What do you want, kiddo?¡± Joe Heath chuckled.
The little rascal was cute at times but could also be troublesome.
This personality definitely did note from Sylvan Cheney.
He wondered if he was much like his mother.
¡°Uncle Heath, you have no goodwill! My daddy¡¯s getting engaged, and you didn¡¯t even bring me a gift.¡±
¡°I did bring a gift; it¡¯s already been sent to your dad,¡± Joe Heath replied, ¡°But I really didn¡¯t get anything for you.¡±
¡°Then you should buy something for me.¡±
¡°What do you want?¡±
¡°Will you buy me anything I want?¡±
¡°Yes,¡± Joe Heath agreed.
What could a kid want? Toys and plushies, perhaps ¨C they wouldn¡¯t cost much.
¡°Really?¡± Chale Cheney asked for confirmation.
¡°Yes, really. Uncle Heath doesn¡¯t lie to kids.¡±
¡°Can I ask for three things?¡±
¡°Sure, tell me what you want.¡±
¡°No, I still think you¡¯ll trick me. What if I tell you and then you don¡¯t buy them?¡± Chale Cheney pouted.
¡°Why would I trick you? Am I that type of person?¡±
¡°Yes!¡± Chale Cheney paid no attention to Joe Heath¡¯s feelings, ¡°I just recorded you! You won¡¯t be able to take back your promises!¡±
Joe Heath: ¡°¡¡±
This little rascal, so cunning.
No wonder he liked Old Fox! He was a fox himself!
In this respect, indeed, he was exactly like Sylvan Cheney, that Old Fox.
Exactly alike!
Joe Heath muttered to himself while helplessly acquiescing, ¡°Well then, tell me, is there anything your Uncle Heath can¡¯t afford?¡±
¡°Of course not.¡± Chale Cheneyughed, ¡°Uncle Heath is the wealthiest and most generous!¡±
¡°No, no. When ites to wealth, I¡¯m not even half as rich as your father.¡±
¡°Then I want a vi in Brooke Bay, a pink diamond from Sri Manka, and¡¡± Chale Cheney looked at his father, whose face had turned cloudy.
Sylvan, who had been sitting on the sofa, added nonchntly, ¡°A Bugatti.¡±
¡°A Bugatti!¡± Chale Cheney repeated crisply.
Joe Heath almost choked on his own saliva!
¡°Wait, wait. Little Chale, what do you want these for? Can you actually use them?¡±
¡°No.¡±
¡°¡¡±
Chale knew what he was going to say and quickly interjected, ¡°Uncle Heath, remember, I recorded you.¡±
¡°No, seriously, kiddo, who taught you this? How about we make a different deal?¡± Joe Heathughed stiffly.
Chapter 442: Grabbing Sylvan Cheney’s Neck!
Chapter 442: Grabbing Sylvan Cheney¡¯s Neck!
All these things, they add up to tens of millions.
He didn¡¯t have such a huge amount of liquid assets in hand.
¡°No swap.¡± Chale Cheney shook his head firmly.
¡°You¡¯re just a kid, these things are no use to you anyway, let¡¯s negotiate, and exchange them.¡± Joe Heath pleaded appeasingly.
¡°Who says they¡¯re useless? I can give them to the girl I like.¡±
¡°¡¡± Joe put his hand on his forehead in disbelief.
Bad at such a young age, he¡¯s gonna be trouble when he grows up.
¡°Chale, listen to Uncle Joe¡¡± Joe Heath was trying to reason.
¡°Nope, none of that. Uncle Joe, just tell me if you¡¯re giving them or not.¡±
Joe Heath surprisingly couldn¡¯t find a reason to refute, to give them would hurt, and to not give them wouldn¡¯t sound good if it got out.
He, Joe Heath, was not short of money, but¡ to just squander it away like that?
Tens of millions!
¡°I¡¯ll give¡ but¡¡± Joe Heath tried to find another excuse.
¡°Thanks, Uncle Joe.¡±
Having said that, Chale Cheney didn¡¯t even give Joe a chance to find another excuse and straight away cut the call off!
As soon as the call ended, he jumped down from his chair and dashed straight towards the sofa.
He jumped on the sofa, and clung around Sylvan Cheney¡¯s neck!
¡°Dad, Uncle Joe is very angry.¡±
¡°Hands off.¡± Sylvan Cheney looked at him with a contemptuous expression.
¡°No, Dad, Bobby is so smart, you should praise me.¡± Chale cajoled Sylvan Cheney.
However, Sylvan Cheney was impervious.
No matter how Chale acted cute, his face remained stern.
Still, there was a bit more tenderness and affection in his eyes.
His big hand stroked Chale¡¯s head and tousled his hair: ¡°Go do your homework.¡±
¡°Dad, it seems to be going to rain outside.¡±
¡°Hmm, it is going to rain.¡±
Sylvan Cheney cast his gaze downwards, looking out the window.
The sky outside was overcast, carrying the solemn coldness typical of midwinter.
The wind was blowing the dead leaves around, they would spin for a moment before quickly falling to the ground.
North wind howling, dull grey skies.
The sky in the distance was shrouded with ayer of grey color.
When Charles Mcintosh entered, he witnessed the scene¡ª
Chale was nestled in Sylvan Cheney¡¯s arms, rubbing Sylvan¡¯s sweater, while Sylvan was caressing his head, his gaze indulgent.
The little guy was still talking incessantly.
Sylvan was listening quietly, unresponsive, yet attentively.
Charles had rarely seen such a loving expression on Sylvan¡¯s face, it seems, he shows this face only to two people.
One was Chale Cheney, and the other was Jasmine Yale.
Upon spotting Charles, Sylvan sent Chale upstairs.
¡°Mr. Cheney, Elder Childe returned to the country, I sent someone to pick him up,¡± Charles exined, ¡°The old man looked very pleased.¡±
¡°In regard to the heart matching issue of Miss Ynda, he has not made any further mention, however, he conveyed a message through someone, expressing his disapproval of Miss Yale and forbidding you from having any contact with her.¡±
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s expression remained indifferent: ¡°Is there anything else?¡±
¡°The old man said he has brought the key to the safety deposit box and will hand over your wife¡¯s entire legacy to you tomorrow.¡±
Charles ryed his message word by word.
¡°What about his personal estate?¡± Sylvan asked.
¡°Only given to Miss Ynda.¡±
Sylvan¡¯s lips turned up in a cold smirk: ¡°I see.¡±
¡°Mr. Cheney, about the engagement party¡¡±
¡°Proceed as nned, don¡¯t forget, Teagan Cheney hasn¡¯t returned yet.¡±
¡°I understand.¡±
¡°Charles, the mistake you made three years ago, I will no longer investigate it, but from today onwards, weigh your decisions carefully.¡± Sylvan¡¯s voice was icy cold.
His icy gaze swept over Charles¡¯s face.
Charles felt enormous pressure.
Chapter 443: 443 She Successfully Fell Ill
Chapter 443: She Sessfully Fell Ill
Although he had made some wrong steps three years ago, his loyalty to Sylvan Cheney had never changed.
¡°Yes, Mr. Cheney.¡± Charles Mcintosh nodded.
¡°Go on.¡± Sylvan Cheney didn¡¯t say much, rubbing his brow.
The sky was getting darker, and the distant dark clouds spread gradually, covering the whole sky.
The day was like night, with the wild wind blowing incessantly.
Leaves flying in the sky, mingling with yellow sand.
¡
Jasmine Yale never expected to be sick so soon after returning from Singapore to Landon.
On the day Sylvan Cheney got engaged, she fell ill.
From the beginning of the day, she was drowsy and feverish, and she was confused.
Shey alone in bed under the dense clouds outside.
Her cell phone kept vibrating, but she didn¡¯t have the energy to pick up the call.
So annoying¡
Supporting herself, Jasmine Yale loomed up to make a call to Joe Heath.
¡°Jasmine, where are you? You in the hotel yet?¡±
¡°No¡ I¡¯ve caught a fever¡¡± Jasmine Yale responded weakly.
¡°A fever? Wait for me; I¡¯m on my way.¡±
¡°Okay.¡±
The other side of the phone was noisy, Jasmine Yale guessed that he must be in the hotel ballroom.
She wanted to go back to Singapore.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, her mind clouded.
Suddenly, many things began swirling in her mind, as if they were deeply buried memories.
These memories, they kept repeating, swirling in her mind.
Trying to forget them, but she always couldn¡¯t.
Like they were engraved with a knife.
The more blurred her consciousness, the clearer those memories became.
Back then, every winter, she would fall ill, either catching a cold or a fever.
At that time, there was always one person who would always be there with her.
¡°Jasmine Yale, obediently take your medicine, you hear?¡±
¡°Jasmine Yale, go lie down on the bed, I¡¯ve asked for leave for you.¡±
¡°Jasmine Yale, take your hands off.¡±
¡°Mr. Cheney, can¡¯t I even hug you when I¡¯m sick? Is this how you treat your patients?¡±
These memories prated bit by bit.
Nothing could keep them out.
Especially when she was weak, they would sneak in.
In a daze, she heard the door of the room open.
Struggling to open her eyes, she saw Joe Heath.
¡°You¡¯re burning up.¡± He touched Jasmine Yale¡¯s forehead, ¡°I¡¯m taking you to the hospital.¡±
¡°I¡¯ve got a fever.¡± Jasmine Yale murmured.
Joe Heath chuckled, ¡°I know you have a fever. Don¡¯t talk now, I¡¯m taking you to the hospital.¡±
Joe Heath carried her downstairs and gently ced her in the passenger seat.
Jasmine Yale hung her head, in great pain.
¡°Why did I get a fever¡¡± she murmured.
¡°Don¡¯t talk, save some energy. I told you, you were not dressed warmly enough. This year Landon is particrly cold, unlike previous years.¡± Joe Heath said, ¡°It¡¯s also my fault, I didn¡¯t buy you enough clothes.¡±
Jasmine Yale stopped talking.
¡°In a few days, I¡¯ll still send you back to Singapore. You seem to be more suited there.¡±
¡°Mm.¡± Jasmine Yale responded and closed her eyes.
Joe Heath sped up all the way.
Landon was always so congested.
Finally, he managed to rush to the hospital and immediately asked the doctor to infuse Jasmine Yale with an IV.
Having a fever was one thing, but being delirious from it was another thing.
¡°Jasmine Yale, you¡¯re already a little silly as it is. You¡¯ll be sillier if you have a fever.¡± Joe Heath tried to cheer her up.
¡°Don¡¯t you find that fools are happier?¡± Jasmine Yale retorted.
At least, that¡¯s what she thought.
In those twelve years, she knew nothing, understood nothing, was aware of nothing.
How happy!
Chapter 444: 444 Falling in Love With Sylvan Cheney
Chapter 444: Falling in Love With Sylvan Cheney
Yet, she did enjoy her time spent in Singapore.
A joy akin to a rebirth.
Joe Heath gently pinched her cheek with a smile, ¡°Keep being silly then.¡±
¡°CEO Heath, the patient has a high temperature, should she be admitted to the hospital?¡± The doctor asked.
¡°Admit her.¡±
Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t object, she was tired and her eyes were heavy, ¡°Joe Heath, I want to sleep¡¡±
¡°Then sleep, I¡¯ll stay by your side.¡± Joe Heath tucked her in.
He thought, it might be good to sleep, after waking up, then everything would be over.
¡°Then I¡¯ll sleep, you must not leave. If I wake up and don¡¯t find you, I will panic.¡± Jasmine Yale blinked her eyes.
¡°I won¡¯t, I will stay by your side.¡±
Only then did Jasmine Yale close her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
She was really tired.
Joe Heath felt a pang of pity for Jasmine Yale, thissscks someone who genuinely treats her well.
The iv drip kept flowing.
Jasmine Yale fell asleep quickly, she was really exhausted.
Joe Heath stepped outside, gently closing the door behind him, and went to the smoking room to light up a cigarette.
The sky outside was still overcast with heavy clouds, as if teeming with countless droplets of rain.
Maybe, he should¡¯ve stopped Jasmine Yale froming.
He realized, she came only to bid her past a final farewell.
How did he not notice, that she loved Sylvan Cheney.
She loved him deeply and crazily.
The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.
The love they once had is now indifference.
He knew nothing, had no part in her past, but he would guard her future well.
Thisss, no matter how optimistic and strong she appears to be on the outside, could not change her innate sense of inferiority.
Perhaps, Sylvan Cheney deeply hurt her.
Of all people, why did she have to fall for Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney, the one many girls chased relentlessly, never once showed any affection.
Sylvan Cheney was not her Mr. Right.
That man, was heartless.
Joe Heath chain smoked several cigarettes.
Just then, Joe Heath¡¯s phone rang.
¡°CEO Heath, there¡¯s trouble, Lincoln Lamar wants to terminate his contract with Star Sharp, could youe over?¡±
¡°Terminate the contract? Does he know how much the penalty is?¡± Joe Heath scoffed.
¡°He didn¡¯te personally, it was his agent. Not just termination, he is nning to retire.¡±
¡°What happened? Has he gone mad? He is at the peak of his career with a bright future, why retire now?¡± Joe Heath roared.
¡°I also tried to persuade him, but Lincoln Lamar didn¡¯t even take my call, I discussed with his agent.¡±
¡°Did you figure out the reason?¡±
¡°There¡¯s no apparent reason, he just wants to unterally terminate the contract and retire.¡±
¡°No reason? Is this a joke? Give a legitimate reason, or no termination. Star Sharp is not a market, you can¡¯t juste and go as you please!¡±
¡°I attempted to convince him as well, but Lincoln Lamar¡¯s agent kept shaking his head, saying that Lincoln has made up his mind to retire.¡±
¡°Where is Lincoln Lamar?¡±
¡°Swatzend.¡±
¡°What about his agent?¡±
¡°He is at Star Sharp.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll be there.¡± Joe Heath hung up the phone.
Lincoln Lamar being one of the most in-demand stars and an investment of Star Sharp, he just can¡¯t decide to retire. Is he ying house?
Joe Heath sneered, instructed the nurse, grabbed his car keys, and headed downstairs.
Lincoln Lamar is an adult in his twenties and usually has a steady approach, serious about acting.
Why did he suddenly make such an absurd decision?
Nheless, he still deserves an exnation!
Chapter 445: 445: Got the strength to curse? Thats good
Chapter 445: Got the strength to curse? That¡¯s good
Jasmine Yale woke up in the evening.
It was raining outside, the sound of the drizzle mingled with the whistling of the northern wind.
She shifted her body, feeling exhausted.
Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn¡¯t open them.
¡°Awake?¡±
A deep and mellow voice suddenly came from beside her.
Jasmine calmed her mind, startled, and forced her eyes open.
¡°Why are you here¡¡± She instinctively recoiled.
Why would hee? Wasn¡¯t he supposed to be engaged? Shouldn¡¯t he be the protagonist?
The color in Sylvan Cheney¡¯s eyes instantly darkened.
¡°Surprised?¡± Sylvan asked indifferently.
¡°Where¡¯s Joe Heath?¡±
¡°Jasmine Yale, do you miss him? Hmm?¡±
Sylvan sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her face, allowing her no room to escape.
¡°I don¡¯t even have the strength to talk to you, so just leave.¡±
Sylvan reached out and felt her forehead: ¡°You¡¯ve been sleeping all day and night with a fever, but fortunately, it seems to have gone.¡±
Jasmine nced out the window ¨C it had been a whole day and night?
She thought she had slept just half a day.
She must have been feverish.
Jasmine turned her head away and closed her eyes; she didn¡¯t want to deal with him.
Sylvanughed: ¡°Want to sleep again? Go ahead, I will watch over you.¡±
Jasmine was thoroughly provoked. She sat up forcefully: ¡°Can you go away? Sylvan, shouldn¡¯t you be with your fianc¨¦e?¡±
¡°You have enough strength to quarrel? That¡¯s good.¡±
Sylvan got up, went to the coffee table, picked up an apple and began to peel it for her.
Jasmine opened her eyes wide, looking incredulously at Sylvan.
He was still wearing a ck suit, and his tie was neatly done up.
She had no idea when he came or why he was here.
Having peeled the apple, Sylvan painstakingly cut it into slices.
¡°Eat.¡± He sat down.
¡°I won¡¯t.¡±
¡°Want me to feed you?¡±
¡°Can you go away?¡± Jasmine looked at him.
Sylvan didn¡¯t react; he picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick and held it out to her lips.
His tone was unquestionable: ¡°Open up.¡±
Jasmine turned her head away.
¡°Spoiled.¡± Sylvan cast her a cold nce.
The next second, he bit into the apple, clutched her chin, and pushed the apple into her mouth!
¡°Hmm!¡± Jasmine waspletely taken aback.
¡°Swallow it, or else, I¡¯ll feed you one piece at a time.¡± Sylvan warned her.
Jasmine swallowed the apple, ring at him.
¡°What do you want to eat? I can go and buy it for you.¡± Sylvan¡¯s tone softened somewhat.
¡°The pork mooncake from Archeus Brand.¡± Jasmine replied indifferently.
The pork mooncakes from Archeus Brand in Landon were all the rage. Everybody knew you had to stand in line for at least an hour just to buy one.
Jasmine didn¡¯t particrly want to eat it, but she just said so.
¡°Alright, I¡¯ll go buy it for you.¡±
Sylvan stood up.
Jasmine looked at him incredulously, her eyes filled with doubt.
Sylvan didn¡¯t say much, just pointed at the apple andmanded, ¡°Since I peeled it, finish eating it.¡±
¡°Alright.¡±
Sylvan turned around and went out to get his car from the hospital¡¯s parking lot.
¡°Mr. Cheney, should I drive?¡± Charles Mcintosh who had been chased down by Sylvan asked.
¡°No need.¡±
¡°Mr. Cheney, shall I ask Little Usama to stand in line? It¡¯s so cold outside and it¡¯s difficult to queue at Archeus Brand. Should I talk to the owner of Archeus Brand?¡±
¡°No need!¡±
Sylvan frowned, stepped on the gas.
The ck Rolls Royce took a turn, heading for the exit.
Charles stood where he was, helplessly shrugged, and sighed.
Chapter 446: 446: Her Child
Chapter 446: Her Child
Charles McIntosh climbed the stairs and brought Jasmine Yale someic books to relieve her boredom.
¡°Assistant McIntosh?¡± Jasmine Yale was a bit surprised.
¡°Mr. Cheney asked me toe up and take care of you, he¡¯s gone out to buy food.¡±
¡°Oh okay,¡± Jasmine Yale sat on her bed listlessly.
¡°I brought theseic books for you. If you¡¯re bored, have a look,¡± Charles McIntosh ced the books at her bedside, ¡°Mr. Cheney said you like these.¡±
Jasmine looked at them, they were all interestingics.
She used to be quite fond of them in the past.
But¡ that was when she was a child.
¡°I don¡¯t like reading these anymore,¡± Jasmine Yaleughed lightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling, ¡°I¡¯ll just watch some TV.¡±
Charles McIntosh wasn¡¯t very good at socializing.
He nodded, ¡°sounds good.¡±
Jasmine turned on the television, keeping the volume low.
She changed around several channels. Not finding anything she wanted to watch, she settled with a cartoon show.
Her heart was not on the television screen, she just watched it in a daze, her gaze unfocused.
Charles McIntosh stood nearby, feeling a bit embarrassed, but not knowing what to say.
¡°Miss Yale, after hearing you were sick yesterday, Mr. Cheney came over immediately. He even left his engagement banquet halfway.¡±
Jasmine paused slightly.
She chuckled, ¡°Isn¡¯t that a very irresponsible thing to do? What would Miss Ynda think?¡±
¡°Miss Yale, it¡¯s not like that, please don¡¯t misunderstand Mr. Cheney.¡±
¡°I didn¡¯t misunderstand him.¡± Jasmine continued watching the TV.
¡°Miss Yale, there¡¯s something I¡¯m hesitant to tell you, Mr. Cheney is indeed rather cold towards others, but he treats you and young master differently.¡±
¡°Assistant McIntosh, you wouldn¡¯t understand the things that have happened between him and me.¡±
¡°I know that some things, if they didn¡¯t happen to you personally, you can never truly understand,¡± said Charles McIntosh.
¡°Yeah. So, stop trying tofort me,¡± Jasmine stared at the television nkly.
Charles McIntosh¡¯s attempt tofort her was in vain.
This man, didn¡¯t know how tofort people at all.
¡°Miss Yale, please stay in Landon. Don¡¯t leave.¡±
¡°Impossible.¡±
¡°Miss Yale, Miss Ynda returned to Lonton yesterday.¡±
¡°Your boss has countless ways to hurt people,¡± Jasmine smiled lightly, in aid-back manner, ¡°He is¡ such a wicked person¡¡±
Charles McIntosh was embarrassed.
Is Mr. Cheney really that bad?
For a while, Charles McIntosh didn¡¯t know what to say.
There were some things, if Sylvan Cheney doesn¡¯t allow, he couldn¡¯t disclose. Like her child, like this engagement.
¡°Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney is queuing up at the Archeus Brand. He went in person. It¡¯s very cold outside and there¡¯s a long queue.¡±
¡°He doesn¡¯t have to go,¡± Jasmine said casually.
Charles McIntosh fell silent again.
Jasmine felt that there wasn¡¯t muchmon ground for conversation with Charles McIntosh.
He¡¯s just like Sylvan Cheney.
¡°Oh, by the way, Assistant McIntosh, do you have someone you like?¡± Jasmine suddenly became curious about this question.
Charles McIntosh was taken aback, not expecting Jasmine to ask him this question.
A hint of strangeness flickered across his eyes.
But after a long pause, he responded, ¡°No.¡±
Jasmine smirked, she had figured as much.
Charles McIntosh was indeed good-looking, but he was too introverted, even more so than Sylvan Cheney.
¡°You can go do your work. I¡¯m fine just watching TV. Don¡¯t worry, I have no strength to run away,¡± Jasmine nced at him nonchntly.
¡°Alright,¡± Charles McIntosh agreed.
It was only then that he left the sickroom and closed the door for Jasmine.
Once he left, Jasmine felt bit more rxed.
With Charles McIntosh, she truly had nothing inmon to discuss.
She called Joe Heath, but surprisingly, no one picked up.
Chapter 447 - 447 I will compensate you for your baby’s matter
Chapter 447: I willpensate you for your baby¡¯s matter
Jasmine Yale was puzzled, where had Joe Heath gone? It was impossible for him to just abandon her without a word.
Did something urgente up?
Jasmine sat on the hospital bed, watching TV and flipping through aic book.
The wind was heavy outside, shaking the windows.
The ward was warm, the heat blowing making one sleepy.
Jasmine yawned, brushed back her hair, and casually flipped the pages of her book.
It was unknown how much time passed, but while she was silently leaning on the bed, the door opened.
Sylvan Cheney entered in a different coat, looking travel-worn, his forehead damp with moisture.
Under his eyes were shades of exhaustion, in his hands was a distinctive shopping bag from the Archeus Brand.
¡°Eat it while it¡¯s hot.¡± Sylvan Cheney opened the bag.
Jasmine nced at the time, he had been gone an entire hour, the sky was already dark.
He untied the scarf around his neck and put it by the bed.
As the bag opened, a delicious aroma filled the room.
¡°Didn¡¯t you use to not like meat pastries?¡± Sylvan Cheney remarked lightly, ¡°Have your taste changed?¡±
¡°Before¡¡± Jasmine started to speak, then stopped.
In the past, it wasn¡¯t that she didn¡¯t like them, but he didn¡¯t.
Since he didn¡¯t like it, she wouldn¡¯t eat it too.
¡°Hmm?¡± Sylvan frowned, sensing something in her words.
¡°Isn¡¯t it normal to change one¡¯s taste?¡± Jasmine replied.
She reached for one, she was truly hungry.
Archeus Brand¡¯s pastries, she loved them.
She lowered her head to eat the pastry, hot and truly delicious.
As she ate, Sylvan watched her.
¡°Jasmine Yale, I have to go out and handle some important matters in the next few days. Stay in Landon, don¡¯t run off.¡± Sylvan¡¯s gaze fell on her face.
¡°I¡¯m going to work in Singapore.¡± Jasmine¡¯s expression was calm.
In truth, she didn¡¯t have the energy to argue with Sylvan Cheney.
¡°I know what you hate me for.¡± Sylvan¡¯s hand uncontrobly reached out to her hair. ¡°Your baby was aborted, and I didn¡¯t know.¡±
There was a thud-
The mooncake in Jasmine¡¯s hand fell to the floor.
The mooncake rolled a circle and then came to a stop.
Her heart felt like it had been hit with a hammer, it hurt.
It shattered to pieces with a crash.
For three years, she hadn¡¯t mentioned the baby in front of Sylvan, because she didn¡¯t dare to.
The baby came inappropriately.
It was normal for him not to want it.
But she never thought that he would bring it up at this moment.
Yes, voluntarily.
She looked up at him, her eyes misty, her voice trembling: ¡°Didn¡¯t know? You didn¡¯t know?¡±
¡°I didn¡¯t know you were pregnant.¡± Sylvan said in a deep voice, ¡°Rest assured, I willpensate you for your baby.¡±
In that moment, Jasmine¡¯s vision blurred with tears, her heart uncontrobly trembled.
Compensation?
With what could hepensate?
Could the lost child return?
¡°Sylvan, whether you knew or not, my baby is gone. Since you said you didn¡¯t know, I¡¯ll forgive you. After all, my baby is gone, right?¡±
Jasmine was extraordinarily calm.
She hadn¡¯t considered this answer.
But, three years had passed, regardless of who was right or wrong, it was pointless to discuss.
¡°Stay in Landon, I will properlypensate you.¡±
¡°I don¡¯t want yourpensation, really, I don¡¯t want anything.¡± Jasmine choked back tears, her expression dazed, ¡°The mistake I made three years ago was my own.¡±
Sylvan bowed and handed her another piece of fresh pastry.
¡°Eat first.¡± Sylvan said softly.
¡°Where is Joe Heath?¡± Jasmine asked, lifting her head.
Chapter 448: The One I Raised, The One I Taught, The One I Recognized
Chapter 448: The One I Raised, The One I Taught, The One I Recognized
Their gazes met, and Sylvan Cheney¡¯s eyes instantly darkened.
¡°Do you miss him?¡±
¡°I want to know where he¡¯s gone.¡±
¡°You won¡¯t see him for a while.¡± Sylvan¡¯s tone was indifferent, ¡°Eat something!¡±
Jasmine Yale looked at him in disbelief, then said no more.
Composing herself, Jasmine sat on the bed eating mooncakes.
The mooncakes from Archeus Brand tasted really good, they had a unique vor of Landon.
They were salty and melted in the mouth.
Jasmine stopped asking him anything about the baby. She didn¡¯t need hispensation, truly she didn¡¯t.
Three years had passed since it happened.
Any attempt to revisit that now seemed pointless.
¡°Do you want some?¡± Jasmine offered him a mooncake.
She knew he didn¡¯t like them much; she only mentioned it casually.
Unexpectedly, Sylvan, without any reservation, leaned in and took a bite out of the mooncake she had started eating!
¡°Tastes quite good.¡± Sylvan was smug.
¡°I thought you didn¡¯t like these meat-filled mooncakes?¡± She recoiled and was about to throw it away after he had taken a bite.
Sylvan caught her wrist, stopping her from discarding it: ¡°You¡¯ve already wasted one, believe it or not, if you waste another, I¡¯ll starve you for three days. Okay?¡±
Jasmine fell silent.
He held her hand, and she noticed that his hand was rather cold.
Seeing that Jasmine¡¯s mood was rtively stable, Sylvan gently stroked her head.
Jasmine instinctively dodged it, but Sylvan still caught her hand.
¡°Don¡¯t go back to Sinkapore. Are you sure there¡¯s nobody here in Landon that you¡¯re missing?¡± Sylvan sighed inwardly.
¡°No.¡± Jasmine munched on her mooncake.
Sylvan fell silent.
He hadn¡¯t expected her to answer in such a definitive and clear-cut manner.
¡°When the hell are you going to develop a conscience,¡± Sylvan exhaled in frustration, ¡°Forget it, whether you have a conscience or not, you¡¯re my responsibility and my doing. I ept that.¡±
Jasmine nced at him.
She wasn¡¯t seeing things, she could see the frustration in Sylvan¡¯s face.
Deep frustration.
Was he disappointed in her?
Hardly.
Jasmine¡¯s fever had subsided, but she didn¡¯t have much strength left. After eating two mooncakes, she couldn¡¯t eat any more.
Sylvan brought her a cup of warm milk.
Jasmine nced at him, then at the milk.
¡°Afraid I might have poisoned it?¡± Sylvan asked coolly.
¡°No, why haven¡¯t you gone home yet?¡± Jasmine was puzzled.
Didn¡¯t he just get engaged?
Even if his fianc¨¦e was angry, shouldn¡¯t he try to win her back?
¡°Afraid you might run off again.¡±
Sylvan sat on the edge of the bed, handing her the milk.
Feeling parched, Jasmine took the cup and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
¡°You¡¯re keeping such a close eye on me, how can I run away? Why won¡¯t you let me run away?¡± Jasmine red at him, antagonism evident in her eyes.
Sylvan¡¯s hand stroked her hair.
In his eyes, there was a profound glow with an undefined meaning.
Her hair was still so soft. One of his favorite things to do was to touch her head.
It seemed that it had be his habit.
Since she was eight years old.
¡°If you run away and I can¡¯t find you again, what should I do?¡± Sylvan¡¯s voice was hoarse.
Last time, he had almost lost her forever.
Forever.
The feeling still vivid, as if smelling the tip of the nose, he could catch a whiff of the chilling scent of blood in the air.
He was scared.
Jasmine stared at his eyes coldly, ¡°Are you afraid there won¡¯t be a suitable match for Ynda Fern¡¯s heart transnt¡¡±
¡°That has nothing to do with it. Don¡¯t mention it again.¡±
¡°So you¡¯ve given up on her?¡± Jasmine asked indifferently.
How could Sylvan Cheney bear to give up on Ynda Fern.
Chapter 449: 449: Slapping Sylvan Cheney
Chapter 449: pping Sylvan Cheney
His childhood sweetheart, the one he had loved since they were kids.
¡°Stay out of her matters!¡± Sylvan Cheney frowned, he didn¡¯t like how much Jasmine Yale was asking.
¡°Hmpf.¡± Jasmine Yale snorted coldly.
She put her empty cup on the table, turning away indifferently.
¡°I¡¯m going to sleep now, Mr. Cheney, would you kindly leave?¡±
¡°I¡¯m staying here tonight.¡±
Sylvan Cheney took off his coat, hung it on the coat rack, and cleaned up the food that Jasmine Yale had left behind.
Jasmine Yale was instantly enraged, jumping up from the bed.
¡°Are you out of your mind!¡±
Sylvan Cheney didn¡¯t reply, silently loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, his face was still as cold and indifferent as always.
He went to the bathroom and started to clean up, ignoring Jasmine Yale¡¯s indifference and questions.
Jasmine Yale was really exasperated.
She was sincerely dumbfounded by Sylvan Cheney.
Not long after, he came out of the shower, d in a dark grey robe.
Seeing Jasmine Yale lying on her side with her eyes tightly closed, Sylvan Cheney patted her leg.
¡°Go take a shower.¡±
He leaned in, his warm breath tickling Jasmine Yale¡¯s ear.
Jasmine Yale wasn¡¯t asleep, she sat up on the bed, raised her hand, and pped Sylvan Cheney!
Sylvan Cheney didn¡¯t dodge, taking the p squarely.
A loud ¡°smack¡± sounded in the quiet room.
Jasmine Yale was stupefied.
Her hand, slightly trembling.
Even her long eyshes were shaking.
With his reflexes, he could¡¯ve dodged that p, but he didn¡¯t.
She didn¡¯t know where she found the courage to p him.
In Landon, it was only him doing the hitting, not the other way around.
Fear and unease shed through her eyes, she felt a sense of dread.
She was scared and wanted to back away.
There was a handprint visible on Sylvan Cheney¡¯s face but he grabbed her hand, pinned her down to the bed, keeping her from moving an inch!
¡°Feeling better now? Huh?¡±
He leaned against her, putting pressure that left Jasmine Yale nowhere to escape.
The unique masculine scent, that belonged to only him, filled the air, prompting Jasmine Yale to avoid it fearfully.
Sylvan Cheney, pressing against her,nded a precise kiss on her lips.
Her fever had just subsided, making her lips slightly pale.
He fixed her by the chin, leaving her no room to avoid, and deepened the kiss.
Jasmine Yale was already weak, and the imbnce of strength was so great that she quickly turned out to be at the losing end.
This kiss, brought with it an indescribable dominance and possessiveness.
Breaths intertwined, scents in chaos.
The air between Jasmine Yale was filled with Sylvan Cheney¡¯s scent.
This time, she waspletely awake, absolutely awake, knowing what he was doing.
But the disparity in strength between men and women was too great, she waspletely at his mercy.
Sylvan Cheney kissed her intently, with a touch of ruthlessness, showing no sign of letting up.
Jasmine Yale¡¯s body went limp, her hands, her legs were pinned down hard by him!
She tried to bite Sylvan Cheney, but he had already gotten used to her tricks and gave her no chance to take a shot.
This raging kiss was like a violent sandstorm outside!
Wild! Unrestrained! Overwhelming!
Moreover, there was a trend of it escting!
Sylvan Cheney had no intention of letting Jasmine Yale go, his kisses seeking her unique scent.
This scent that had apanied him for twelve years, he couldn¡¯t be more familiar with.
The more familiar it was, the more he wanted to monopolize it, the more he dreaded losing it.
An ambiguous perfume filled the air, it was full of ambiguity.
Jasmine Yale was so breathless from his kisses that she felt as if she was suffocating.
Chapter 450: 450: Why are you blushing?
Chapter 450: Why are you blushing?
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney finally released her lips, kissing her cheeks and neck instead.
He unbuttoned her clothes, one button at a time.
The hot and wet kisses did not stop.
Jasmine was pinned down by Sylvan; her hands immobilized. She managed to mutter, ¡°Sylvan, I¡¯m on my period.¡±
Suddenly, Sylvan¡¯s face darkened, the kissing stopped.
Pinning her down from above, he stared into her eyes.
His pupils suppressed a surge of emotions, tumultuous under the abyssal depth!
¡°I¡¯m not lying,¡± Jasmine said.
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney¡¯s mood reached its explicably worst state, sheerly.
The provoked desire was extinguished with utmost vehemence, as if doused by an entire bucket of water!
Jasmine shrank back in fear.
¡°How do I remember it was not this day?¡± Sylvan questioned.
Jasmine blushed hearing his words. He remembered?
¡°If you don¡¯t believe it, then forget it.¡±
Jasmine spoke indifferently, too drained to argue with him.
Only then, Sylvan released her hand and fastened her clothes again. His pupils were still horrifyingly dark; his entire face turned eerily dark.
¡°Go take a shower,¡± Sylvan reached out to touch her head.
Jasmine got off the bed, preparing to make a call.
¡°I need someone to send me nightclothes and sanitary pads,¡± she said.
¡°You go bath, I will make the call.¡±
Sylvan also got off the bed.
His robe was half-open, revealing a stretch of healthy wheat-colored skin.
The lines were sensual, the physique, tempting.
Without refuting, Jasmine headed for the bathroom, mming the door behind her.
She turned on the shower, allowing the hot water to soak her face.
Sylvan knew there was a mall downstairs.
Without changing his clothes, he left in his robe.
Memories, like floodgates opened, came rushing in.
Thirteen years ago, it was her first period. Innocently unaware, she returned home after school and cried in her room.
Her cries were loud and bleak, piercing enough to be heard as soon as he entered the house.
He felt a twinge in his heart, and immediately rushed upstairs.
Back then, Jasmine was crying under the covers, shaking all over, heartbreakingly.
¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± He asked, moving towards her and holding her shoulders.
With teary eyes, Jasmine threw herself into his arms.
Any other time, he would have pushed her away.
But that time, her crying caught him off guard.
¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±
¡°I¡¯m going to die, of a terminal illness. I won¡¯t see you again. Will you miss me¡¡± she cried heartbrokenly.
She was extremely scared.
Because, there was blood everywhere.
Jasmine tightly held onto Sylvan, afraid that once she let go, she wouldn¡¯t be able to hold him again.
¡°What nonsense are you talking about? What happened?¡±
A hint of panic welled up in his heart.
The thirteen-year-old girl pointed at her jeans, crying harder: ¡°It¡¯s blood¡¡±
Instantly, Sylvan¡¯s face flushed and then turned pale.
He was extremely ufortable.
Being six years older, he naturally understood what was happening.
But he waspletely unprepared to handle it.
Sylvan pushed her away, coughed lightly, and said, ¡°You should go find Aunt Hurst or Tomer.¡±
After saying this, he left.
¡°Don¡¯t go. Please don¡¯t go. Can¡¯t you stay with me? What made you blush? You¡¯re so cruel¡ Wuhu¡ you¡¯re so cruel.¡± Jasmine cried even more intensely.
She was dying, and he would not even stay with her?
How could anyone be so ruthless?
Recalling the past, a faint smile yed on Sylvan¡¯s lips.
He had apanied her from childhood into adulthood.
Chapter 451: 451: Is he inferior to a game?
Chapter 451: Is he inferior to a game?
Indeed, he witnessed every important stage of her life.
He watched her grow from a little girl to a woman, from an innocent child to a splendidly attractivedy.
They were, in essence, each other¡¯s support system.
For the past twelve years, he was a part of her entire life.
But he was absent during the most important phase of a woman¡¯s life¡ªpregnancy.
This regret, he feared, was something he¡¯d be unable to make up for his whole life.
With this thought, his eyebrows knotted, a heavy knot forming in his heart.
He reached for a cigarette to light up.
¡°Sir, smoking is not permitted here,¡± a waitress kindly reminded him as she walked by.
Sylvan Cheney nodded, held the cigarette between his fingers, but did not light it.
Sylvan walked into the shopping mall. He didn¡¯t understand feminine care products, so he scanned the shelves, slightly confused.
This was the peak time for customers, with people hustling and bustling around.
Although the weather was cold, it did not deter the crowd in the supermarket.
Sylvan was tall and handsome. Even if he was lost in the crowd, his sharp aura and the heroic look in his eyes were not concealed.
People kept watching him.
Moreover, it was indeed eye-catching that he, a man, was standing in the women¡¯s care product section.
Sylvan felt a bit embarrassed, he casually picked up a few items and went to the cash register.
Jasmine Yale, after taking a shower, didn¡¯t see Sylvan Cheney.
She thought he had left and heaved a sigh of relief.
After drying her hair, she sat on the bed and yed games on her tablet.
She dangled her legs, shaking them continuously.
In truth, she didn¡¯t feel like sleeping at all; it was still early at this time.
Joe Heath taught her how to y this game initially. At first, she was adverse to it, but she became more and more addicted as she yed.
When she was with Joe, he always taught her many fun things.
Simrly, he would also apany her while ying.
This waspletely different from Sylvan.
During the twelve years she spent at the Cheney Residence, Sylvan was always severe with her and strictly prohibited her from ying games.
She was not allowed to skip sses, hang out at street stalls, drink alcohol, ore back homete.
Although she disobeyed him secretly, ying games, skipping sses, and drinking, it was always behind his back.
Sylvan was indeed boring.
But during those years, she loved him, to the point that his boring nature became interesting.
His ws became his qualities.
In her heart, he was a perfect man.
However, that was only true back then.
When Sylvan came in, Jasmine was engrossed in her game.
She had her voice chat on while gaming and kept yelling, ¡°Push the tower, push! Don¡¯t run¡ Luban, don¡¯t be a coward! Go for it!¡±
She was so engrossed in the game that she didn¡¯t even realise when Sylvan came in.
While ying the game, she swayed her small feet back and forth.
The kiss marks he left on her neck were still visible, ambiguous and clear.
Sylvan stood by her for quite a while without her noticing at all.
He knitted his brows. Did he matter less than a game?
¡°Oh no, I¡¯ve run out of crystals, it was so close,¡± Jasmine Yalemented.
After the game ended, she finally stopped and looked up.
She was startled to see Sylvan staring at her, with a rather unpleasant expression.
Jasmine was startled, ¡°When did youe in? Are you not going home?¡±
Sylvan threw her the shopping bag, ¡°Here¡¯s what you asked for.¡±
Jasmine had almost forgotten about it. She opened the bag and her face turned red and white in embarrassment.
¡°You¡ bought these?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°You could have asked a nurse at the front desk to help, there was no need to¡¡±
She didn¡¯t continue speaking, feeling extremely awkward.
Chapter 452: 452: She reads a book, he watches her.
Chapter 452: She reads a book, he watches her.
A man buying these things always feels weird.
Even more so if it¡¯s someone like Sylvan Cheney.
She got up to go to the bathroom and change into the new pajamas he bought.
When she came out, he was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, his face sullen, with an indescribable look.
She dug into her wallet, and handed him a stack of renminbi.
¡°Thank you.¡±
This move thoroughly angered Sylvan Cheney.
He grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her into his arms.
Her hand shook and the money scattered on the floor!
¡°You¡¯re keeping this close an ount with me? Huh?¡± Sylvan¡¯s voice trembled with outrage.
¡°Some things are better kept straight,¡± Jasmine Yale said lightly.
¡°How about feelings? How do you count them? Teach me.¡±
¡°Feelings? I separate them very clearly, Mr. Cheney, I used to like you, but it was just youthful ignorance. Doesn¡¯t everyone have those moments?¡± Jasmine said, ¡°We¡¯ve had no contact for three years, and I don¡¯t like you anymore.¡±
¡°Looking back, my fondness for you was like any other young girl¡¯s ¨C I simply liked that you were handsome. Mr. Cheney, you indeed are handsome, really.¡±
¡°Jasmine Yale, I don¡¯t want to hear this kind of nonsense from you!¡±
Sylvan was angry, thoroughly angry.
Jasmine¡¯s wrist was red from his grip, and she was held down on his thigh, unable to move.
Her expression remained calm.
Even if he told her that the baby wasn¡¯t his, they still weren¡¯t meant to be.
She couldn¡¯t understand him. He was like abyrinth ¨C the deeper she went, the more she feared.
Hisplicated emotions, hisplicated methods, hisplicated background,
All she saw in those twelve years was just the tip of the iceberg.
This scared her very much.
Besides, he now had a fianc¨¦e.
She knew her ce.
¡°You can put me down. If you don¡¯t want the money, I¡¯ll take it back. I know you¡¯re not short of money,¡± Jasmine turned her head away.
Sylvan Cheney released his grip, and his tone rxed, ¡°Life is long, I have plenty of patience.¡±
Jasmine jumped off hisp.
She didn¡¯t understand what he was saying.
She tidied her hair and took the pills from the table.
¡°Mr. Cheney, are you really going to sleep here? If so, will you sleep on the bed or on the couch? If you choose the bed, I¡¯ll give it to you.¡±
¡°Isn¡¯t there a third choice?¡±
¡°The floor,¡± Jasmine rolled her eyes.
Sylvan Cheney: ¡°¡¡±
Jasmine really didn¡¯t feel like sleeping, especially with Sylvan Cheney present.
She sat on the bed reading aic book.
The books that Charles Mcintosh had brought were pretty good, amusing ones.
Sylvan Cheney was sitting on the couch.
She read her book, he watched her.
Her hair hanging down was docile, such a sight easily made him forget her sharp ws.
When she found something interesting in theic book, she¡¯dugh to herself.
She pretended as if Sylvan Cheney wasn¡¯t there at all.
Sylvan was upset, realizing he wasn¡¯t even as good as a game oric book.
This feeling was very unpleasant.
¡°I¡¯m going outside to smoke,¡± Sylvan could no longer control himself, took a packet of cigarettes, and walked out.
Once he left, Jasmine nced out the window.
Outside, it¡¯s pitch ck and very quiet.
From time to time, you could hear the roar of the wind, causing the window ss to squeak.
The outside was very cold, but the room was warm.
Jasmine wrapped herself in a nket,ughing while she read.
It was only after she had finished reading another two books that she finally felt sleepy.
When she put down theic book, Sylvan had returned.
Chapter 453: 453 - You Can Only Be Mine
Chapter 453: ¨C You Can Only Be Mine
His body smelled strongly of smoke.
Jasmine Yale sniffed, looking up at him.
During those twelve years, he was careful and she rarely saw him smoke.
But now, he seemed to suppress himself less when he was in front of her, smoking heavily.
He went to the bedside and held her hand.
The next second, his eyebrows knotted, ¡°Your hands are so cold. Stop reading, go to sleep early.¡±
Jasmine Yale reflexively drew her hand back.
She was naturally cold-blooded, her hands and feet freezing in winter. She had just started her period, and would probably get even colderter on.
Jasmine didn¡¯t want to sleep, she simply couldn¡¯t.
¡°Does your stomach hurt?¡± Sylvan Cheney asked.
He remembered, when she had her period, she would always be in so much pain.
But it seemed like she was doing okay today.
Jasmine shook her head: ¡°It¡¯s not that bad.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll make you a cup of brown sugar water. Drink it before you sleep.¡± Sylvan stood up.
¡°The hospital doesn¡¯t have brown sugar, and it¡¯s cold outside. You don¡¯t need to go out.¡± Jasmine wasn¡¯t used to this Sylvan Cheney.
Although in those twelve years, he would effortlessly do these things.
But that was all in the past now.
Maybe, this was his idea ofpensation?
But she didn¡¯t want it.
¡°I bought some earlier.¡± Sylvan said casually.
Jasmine was taken aback for a moment. He still remembered that her stomach would ache during her period.
Jasmine lowered her head, her gaze falling on theic book. But she couldn¡¯t concentrate on it anymore.
Soon, Sylvan made her a cup of brown sugar tea. The ratio of water to sugar and the temperature were always perfect.
He also prepared a hot water bag for her and ced it in her quilt.
¡°You don¡¯t have to do this. Since the matter of my infant has nothing to do with you, you don¡¯t have to feel guilty.¡± Jasmine¡¯s tone was dull.
¡°If I were in Landon, you wouldn¡¯t have had to suffer like this.¡± said Sylvan.
So, he was still feeling guilty.
This guilt, he can¡¯t make up for.
In the data he found, it was described¡ª
When she was pregnant, it was tough for her. She had gone to the hospital alone, keeping it a secret from everyone and not daring to let anyone know.
She never told him about the hardships she suffered.
Probably she didn¡¯t deign to tell him, or maybe she thought there was no point in mentioning it since it was already three years ago.
¡°If you really want to make it up to me, then let me go. I¡¯m doing very well in Sinkapore now.¡± Jasmine looked into his profound eyes.
She didn¡¯t need hispensation, not at all.
Sylvan knew she was doing well.
She had a good job, good colleagues, and she also found the time to travel.
¡°Is it that when I¡¯m with you, you cannot feel happiness?¡± Sylvan also looked at her eyes.
Their eyes met and the air became colder.
Jasmine¡¯s hand caressed the hot water bag inside the quilt. It was warm.
She didn¡¯t say anything.
¡°I can agree to any of your requests except for two.¡± There was a warning and threat in Sylvan¡¯s tone. ¡°You are not allowed to leave Landon or be with Joe Heath.¡±
¡°Why should I?¡± Jasmine thought he was being incredibly unreasonable.
¡°Just because you were raised by me and you can only belong to me.¡± Sylvan¡¯s gaze didn¡¯t give any ground.
¡°Don¡¯t be so unreasonable!¡± Jasmine was angry, shaking with rage.
He had an infinite possessiveness for her.
Just because he had picked her up. She was not allowed to go with anyone else.
¡°I don¡¯t want to be reasonable when ites to you!¡± Sylvan stared at her, his eyes burning and deep.
He had no sense of reason when it came to her.
All of his youthful recklessness, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were tied up in her.
What reason could there be when it came to her!
Chapter 454: 454: Difficult to Get Pregnant Again
Chapter 454: Difficult to Get Pregnant Again
Jasmine Yale was extremely upset.
However, Landon was his territory, and if he didn¡¯t let her leave, she had no way to escape.
Joe Heath¡¯s sudden disappearance surely had something to do with him.
Sylvan Cheney took her hands into his, noticing they were no longer cold, he gently covered her with the quilt.
¡°The winters in Landon are dry and cold, make sure you take care of your health and avoid getting sick again,¡± Sylvan Cheney let go of his emotions, his voice softening slightly, ¡°Be obedient.¡±
¡°You can go to the Respected Majesty anytime, and if you don¡¯t like it, I¡¯ll find you another ce.¡±
¡°The apartment you rented is still avable, and I¡¯ve bought you a condominium, I¡¯ll give you the keys in a few days.¡±
Jasmine Yale stared at him.
He rarely spoke so much, he was usually a man of few words.
But she really didn¡¯t want hispensation.
She didn¡¯t need it.
Not at all.
Everything was lost forever; anypensation was useless.
Moreover, doctors told her that her health was poor and it was difficult for her to get pregnant again.
¡°Sleep,¡± Sylvan Cheney sat at the edge of the bed and looked at her.
Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t know what to say, so she nodded andy down.
She was holding a hot water bottle in her arms, her body was warm and not cold.
But the coldness in her heart didn¡¯t warm up.
The wind was howling outside. Maybe because she had argued with Sylvan Cheney, they were both exhausted and Jasmine fell asleep quickly.
Sylvan Cheney stood by the window, looking outside.
The window ss was covered with a thinyer of mist, and it was hazy.
Outside the window, it began to snow.
The first snowfall in Landon that winter.
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In the middle of the night, Jasmine Yale was awakened by a stomachache.
Her lower abdomen convulsed, the pain keeping her awake.
¡°It hurts¡ it hurts¡¡± She tossed and turned in pain, her little hand clutching her abdomen.
The hot water bag had cooled, and despite the ample heating in the room, her hands and feet were still icy cold.
Sylvan Cheney, who was a light sleeper, immediately sat up when he heard the noise. He rushed to her bed and switched the bedsidemp on.
¡°Jasy!¡± He frowned and called out.
Jasmine Yale couldn¡¯t open her eyes, only vaguely aware of someone calling her name.
She knew it was Sylvan Cheney.
He was the only one there.
Sweat dripped down Jasmine Yale¡¯s forehead, the pain was unbearable.
She curled up, her voice weak, ¡°It hurts¡¡±
Sylvan Cheney touched her hand, it was cold.
¡°It¡¯s okay, I¡¯m here,¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s face remained incredibly calm.
He warmed another hot water bottle for Jasmine Yale before going to the nurse to fetch medicine.
The light shone on Jasmine Yale¡¯s face, herplexion pale as paper.
¡°Take the medicine,¡± Sylvan Cheney had two white pills in the palm of his hand.
He helped Jasmine Yale sit up.
Seeing her in such intense pain, his heart skipped a beat.
She usually had pain every month, but it was never this severe.
With feeble strength, Jasmine Yale leaned against Sylvan Cheney¡¯s chest, letting him feed her the pills.
The warm water slid down her throat, easing her pain a little.
¡°Once you¡¯ve taken the medicine you¡¯ll feel better, don¡¯t be afraid,¡± Sylvan Cheney stroked her head, pulling her closer into his embrace.
Jasmine Yale curled up, like a little kitten.
Sylvan Cheney gently massaged her abdomen, not too hard nor too soft, it was just right.
Seeing her like this, his heart pounded.
Jasmine Yale felt numb with pain, she reached out and grabbed Sylvan Cheney¡¯s pajamas in a daze.
She hadn¡¯t been this bad before, since she lost the baby, she had been gued with illness.
¡°Good girl, sleep, I¡¯m here,¡±
Sylvan Cheneyforted her, likeforting a child.
Chapter 455: 455: Very Familiar, Yet Very Strange
Chapter 455: Very Familiar, Yet Very Strange
He massaged her abdomen for a long time, and only then did the pain gradually recede.
His embrace was warm, and Jasmine Yale fell into a deep sleep once again.
Sylvan Cheney had, by then, lost all desire to sleep. Holding her, he simplyy down beside her.
She was very thin, he could easily embrace her in his arms.
He kissed her hair, the coolness of his lips grazing her earlobe, her cheek.
The night was deep, and the snow filled the sky.
The next day, the weather in Landon was still freezing, the snow had been falling relentlessly all night.
Everywhere was covered in a nket of white, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but white.
Jasmine Yale stirred.
The first thing she felt when she woke up was Sylvan Cheney¡¯s firm chest.
She realized that he had ced her small feet in his embrace to keep warm. Upon waking up, her body felt warm all over.
¡°Awake?¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s voice was hoarse.
¡°Mm,¡± Jasmine Yale lowered her eyshes.
¡°Still hurts?¡±
¡°Much better.¡±
¡°The snow is falling outside, but unfortunately, you are ill and can¡¯t go out.¡±
¡°It¡¯s the same if I watch it from inside the room.¡±
¡°You used to enjoy the snow, often catching a cold from ying outside, I used to scold you quite often.¡±
Hearing Sylvan Cheney suddenly bring up the past, Jasmine Yale felt a sting in her nose.
The outside world instantly blurred at the corners of her vision.
The past¡ was so far away.
It felt like a century ago, like a dream.
¡°The same applies now. If you catch a cold, I would still scold you,¡± said Sylvan Cheney, his expression serious as he held her close.
Jasmine Yale was too weak to respond, she simply allowed herself to be held in his embrace.
The scent of him filled her senses.
A scent that was at once familiar and yet, strange.
¡°Mr. Cheney, you should go to work,¡± she said.
¡°No need.¡±
¡°I want to go to Sinkapore. I don¡¯t get sick there often.¡±
¡°Are you insistent on going?¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s forehead creased, his frown deep.
Jasmine Yale remained silent.
¡°If you really want to leave, give me a bit more time. But before that, you are not allowed to go anywhere else. Stay here in Landon,¡± he said.
Jasmine Yale still did not speak.
¡°Are you going back to sleep? If not, get up and look at the snow.¡±
¡°I don¡¯t feel like moving.¡±
¡°Then stay in bed. I¡¯ll go get you breakfast. What would you like to eat?¡±
¡°Soy milk from Lean Brand, chicken mushroom buns from Bun King, and fried dough sticks from the shop in the south of the city.¡± Jasmine Yale blurted out her favorites instantly.
Sylvan Cheney was taken aback, he smiled and stroked her hair.
¡°You sure know how to make things difficult.¡±
She loved these foods from these restaurants, but it was hard to enjoy them all together since they were scattered in different locations.
In the past, if she wanted to eat them, she would instruct Aunt Hurst the previous day.
Today, the rare asion she requested from him, Sylvan Cheney decided to make the trip himself.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, her eyshes gently drooping.
Sylvan Cheney got out of bed to brush his teeth, then put on a ck coat, his figure tall and slender.
Before leaving, he leaned over and kissed Jasmine Yale¡¯s forehead, ¡°Be good, wait for me toe back.¡±
¡°Mmm,¡± Jasmine Yale replied blurrily.
Sylvan quickly fetched his car from the hospital¡¯s parking lot.
The snow outside was falling heavily, everything was nketed in white.
There were people shoveling the umted snow everywhere he looked, causing traffics, the situation was terrible.
Sylvan Cheney called up his friend Zaiden Santos.
¡°Zaiden, help me block the three roads near the Gold Water City intersection.¡±
Zaiden Santos was still in slumbend, upon receiving the call from Sylvan Cheney, he couldn¡¯t help but chuckle: ¡°Mr. Cheney, are we blocking roads this early in the morning?¡±
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°What are you up to this time?¡± Zaiden Santos chuckled lightly.
¡°Nothing much,¡± and he ended the call.
He was just worried that the umted snow would block the roads, causing dys, thus jeopardizing Jasmine Yale¡¯s breakfast.
Chapter 456: 456: She Rarely Speaks to Him
Chapter 456: She Rarely Speaks to Him
These few stores are all very capricious. They stop selling as soon as they run out of supply.
Moreover, there is always a queue at each one of them.
It was rare that she would ask him for something such that no matter what, he had to fulfill her request.
¡°Very well, I¡¯ll make a phone call right now.¡± Zaiden Santos was still a bit sleepy.
However, he had to carry out the task assigned by Sylvan Cheney.
But there¡¯s no way he believed that there¡¯s nothing to it, given the sizable effort Sylvan was exerting.
Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone and prepared to drive forward in his Rolls-Royce.
The snow was still falling, the sky gloomy and overcast ¡ª it seemed the sun would not show itself for several days.
At a nce, everything was nketed in white.
People were rushing about on the streets under their umbres, snowkes falling on the trees, umbres, and streets, creating a series of monotonous scenes.
Zaiden Santos was swift and decisive in handling matters, disying exceptional efficiency.
By the time Sylvan Cheney reached an intersection, the road was closed off and the path was open for his car.
At that moment, Chale Cheney called Sylvan Cheney.
¡°Dad, you did note home yesterday.¡±
¡°Mm.¡±
¡°Dad, are you awake?¡±
¡°Do you think everyone is like you?¡±
Chale Cheney frowned. He too was rather diligent. Why would Elder Cheney dislike him so much?
¡°Dad, where are you?¡±
¡°Outside.¡±
¡°Are youing back home? I want to drink soymilk from the Lean Brand.¡± Chale Cheney stared at the phone longingly, ¡°Could you bring some home on the way? Please?¡±
¡°It¡¯s not on the way, maybe another day.¡±
Chale Cheney was instantly disappointed: ¡°Okay then.¡±
After hanging up the phone, Sylvan Cheney¡¯s car had just stopped in front of Lean Brand.
Due to the snow, there were far fewer people than usual, but the enthusiasm was still there.
Sylvan Cheney, wearing a ck scarf, hands tucked into his coat pockets, silently stood at the end of the queue.
A few snowkesnded on his head, wetting his fringe.
¡°Mr. Cheney, don¡¯t tell me you have gone to the trouble of closing a road just to buy soymilk here.¡± Zaiden Santos suddenly drove over.
This man seemed to be about the same age as Sylvan Cheney.
He exited his Bentley and walked directly towards Sylvan Cheney.
Zaiden Santos was wearing a grey overcoat. He was tall and refined in demeanor.
¡°What brings you here?¡± Sylvan Cheney asked, a frown on his brow.
¡°Just curious. Besides, Harper wanted to drink this ce¡¯s soymilk.¡± Zaiden Santos gave a slight smile.
¡°Harper? Are you referring to that woman from outside¨CHarper Glorian?¡± Sylvan Cheney nced at him dismissively.
¡°Mm.¡±
¡°You invest a lot for her sake.¡±
¡°Mr. Cheney, so early in the morning and you¡¯ve lined up, don¡¯t tell me it¡¯s for Little Chale Cheney?¡±
Zaiden Santos¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, presenting a profound depth in his handsome eyes.
¡°Most probably.¡± Sylvan Cheney said, keeping his eyes on the front of the queue.
¡°Most probably?¡± Zaiden Santos didn¡¯t believe him.
¡°You should go join the queue at the back.¡± Sylvan Cheney found him to be too inquisitive.
¡°No need to line up. I know the owner, they set aside some for me every day.¡± Zaiden Santos revealed a charming smile.
Having said that, he began to walk in.
¡°Mr. Cheney, shall I help you buy?¡±
¡°No need.¡± Sylvan Cheney declined.
Not a lot of people were present that day.
After queuing for ten minutes, Sylvan got his purchase.
He headed directly to his Rolls-Royce, while Zaiden Santos was leaning against his ck Bentley.
A few snowkesnded on Zaiden¡¯s hair, the young man¡¯s figure appearing increasingly outstanding.
Amidst the falling snow, he added a touch of elegance.
Zaiden Santos gave a soft smile, his eyes unraveling a captivating depth: ¡°Heading back?¡±
¡°Mm.¡± Sylvan Cheney opened the car door, cautioning, ¡°Zaiden Santos, be careful. Don¡¯t forget, you¡¯re married.¡±
Zaiden Santos did not respond.
Sylvan Cheney got in the driver¡¯s seat, stepped on the gas, and drove off.
Chapter 457: 457: She Doesnt Want These Memories Anymore...
Chapter 457: She Doesn¡¯t Want These Memories Anymore¡
In the sickroom, Jasmine Yale was unable to sleep. After freshening up, she stood by her bed, watching the snowkes.
It was a heavy snowfall, everything was shrouded in pure white.
Jasmine stared intently.
From childhood to adulthood, she had always loved snow.
As a child, she would make snowmen and y with snowballs. Once she started middle school, she became much more reserved.
At that time, because Sylvan Cheney said he liked quiet, elegant girls, she tried to suppress her nature, making every effort to be the girl he preferred.
In those years, she had be significantly more restrained, speaking much less.
By the time she believed she had finally transformed into the girl he liked and went to confess her feelings to him, he rejected her.
He rejected her, simply because she wasn¡¯t her.
Just like that.
After being rejected, she reverted back to the old Jasmine Yale.
She became talkative, stubborn, and clear about whom she loves and hates.
The snow outside the window fell in clusters, scattered by the wind like catkins.
Every scene in Landon could trigger her memories of the past.
This ce held all her memories from the past fifteen years.
But she didn¡¯t want these memories anymore¡
She could no longer find any taste of sweetness in them.
When Sylvan Cheney walked in, Jasmine Yale opened the window, reaching out to catch the snowkes.
He dropped the breakfast he was carrying. His face darkened, and he quickly ran over to pull her back in!
¡°Jasmine Yale, do you want to get more sick? Is it fun to suffer excruciating pain? Huh?¡± Sylvan Cheney reprimanded her with a serious face.
She was innocently tucked into his arms.
Sylvan Cheney shut the window and touched her hand.
It was ice-cold.
¡°You¡¯ve just recovered from a fever, your menstruation just kicked in, don¡¯t you care about yourself at all?¡± Sylvan Cheney was genuinely angry.
Jasmine Yale looked at him, aggrieved, but she didn¡¯t respond.
She could never argue back when he scolded her.
It had always been that way since they were children.
Sylvan knew he had been a bit severe; he sighed softly: ¡°Eat your breakfast, I¡¯ve brought it back.¡±
He warmed her icy hands between his own.
Jasmine saw snowkes and moisture in his hair, indicating he had been outside for quite a while.
¡°You didn¡¯t have to do it, I was deliberately giving you a hard time,¡± Jasmine said indifferently.
The lines for the breakfast stalls were usually long, but there would be fewer people due to the snow today.
Still, it was cold out in the snow.
¡°I know.¡±
He was fully aware that she was deliberately being demanding, but he didn¡¯tin.
He took all the breakfast items out for her, lining them up on the table.
¡°Eat while it¡¯s hot, it won¡¯t be as tasty once it¡¯s cold,¡± said Sylvan Cheney.
Jasmine Yale touched her stomach, she was indeed hungry. She didn¡¯t bother being polite, sitting on the sofa and starting her breakfast.
¡°Is your stomach still hurting? It¡¯s very cold outside today. Don¡¯t go out, tell me if you need anything.¡±
¡°It¡¯s a bit better.¡±
¡°Okay, I will make you some brown sugar tea, or else you¡¯ll forget.¡±
Having said that, Sylvan Cheney walked into the next room.
Jasmine, holding her soy milk, was taken aback. She looked up startled at his retreating figure.
His back looked a bit cold. He didn¡¯t even have time to take off his coat.
Is this how he meant topensate her? But she really didn¡¯t need it.
Sylvan Cheney skillfully adjusted the water temperature and poured her a thermos of brown sugar tea.
Jasmine took a dimwitted bite of her bun, her gaze drifting.
¡°What¡¯s on your mind? Take your time eating,¡± Sylvan Cheney stroked her fluffy hair.
¡°Have you eaten yet?¡±
¡°I thought you wouldn¡¯t care about me,¡± Sylvan Cheney curved his lips into a smile.
¡°Thank you for the breakfast.¡±
Sylvan Cheney knitted his brow: ¡°There¡¯s no need to thank me.¡±
¡°I have to. Let¡¯s eat together.¡±
Chapter 458: 458: Landon is All Yours
Chapter 458: Landon is All Yours
Jasmine Yale¡¯s attitude was not exactly cold, yet there was no warmth in it either.
Seeing her bowed over her breakfast, Sylvan Cheney suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
She had never been this indifferent towards him before.
Between them, it was as if something had quietly, subtly altered its course.
In those twelve years, every morning they shared breakfast together, she would take initiative to get the utensils, make coffee, cut bread for him¡
Even more diligent than a lowly servant.
Although he had told her many times that she didn¡¯t need to do all that, she still seemed to enjoy it.
She always liked to say ¡°I want to do it¡±.
¡°Is it good? Not too many people were queuing today.¡± Sylvan Cheney looked at the her, his gaze gentle and doting.
Jasmine Yale nibbled at the bun, nodding her head.
It was all her favorite food. How could it not taste good?
Just as she finished her bun, Sylvan Cheney suddenly grabbed her wrist and slipped a bracelet onto her hand.
Jasmine Yale instinctively withdrew her hand.
But she was a moment toote.
The jade-green bracelet was once again perfectly intact on her wrist.
¡°Don¡¯t take it off again.¡± Sylvan Cheney instructed, not allowing her any objections.
¡°It¡¯s too expensive, I can¡¯t ept it.¡± Jasmine Yale frowned.
She stared at the bracelet for a long time, really, it was far too precious.
She hadn¡¯t expected Sylvan Cheney to still want to give it to her.
¡°You¡¯re the most suitable owner for it, keep it.¡± Sylvan Cheney held down her hand, preventing her from moving.
Jasmine Yale finally relented.
She had a hundred ways to give it back to him, and he had a hundred ways to put it back on to her.
She had no choice but to ept.
The bracelet was very beautiful, glowing faintly with a brilliant, translucent hue.
¡°I¡¯ll have to attend a meeting at the corporationter. Don¡¯t leave the hospital room, I¡¯ll arrange for someone to stay with you.¡± Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
She had really lost a lot of weight.
¡°Where could I go? All of Landon is under your control.¡± Jasmine Yale replied with indifference, ¡°I¡¯m not going anywhere.¡±
¡°Good.¡± Sylvan Cheney didn¡¯t sense anything amiss, he just thought Jasmine Yale was a bit resentful.
Seeing Jasmine Yale like this made him ufortable.
¡°By the way, where is Joe Heath? Have you done something to him?¡± Jasmine Yale asked, concerned.
¡°What could I do to him? He¡¯s gone overseas for work.¡± Sylvan Cheney replied, slightly annoyed.
¡°How could he possibly not call me at all?¡± Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t believe it.
Sylvan Cheney looked at her, a cold look in his eyes.
¡°I won¡¯t allow him to have any more contact with you.¡±
¡°Why are you like this?! When I was on the verge of dying, it was him who stayed with me, helped me find work, apanied me to rx. What right do you have to stop me from contacting him?¡±
Jasmine Yale was really angry.
When she was close to death, it was Joe Heath who made porridge for her, staying up days and nights.
And what about Sylvan Cheney?
He left with Ynda Fern without even casting a nce at her.
She didn¡¯t even hope for Sylvan Cheney to pay attention to her, at the very least, he should have checked if she was dead.
¡°Just because of this, you¡¯re taking his side?¡± Sylvan Cheney stared at her, ¡°Don¡¯t ignore my words, you¡¯re forbidden to have contact with him!¡±
¡°Sylvan Cheney, you¡¯re really unreasonable!¡±
Jasmine Yale was so angry she stopped drinking her soy milk, turned away and walked towards the bed.
Sylvan Cheney suppressed his emotions: ¡°The brown sugar tea is in the thermos, remember to drink It.¡±
He put his gloves back on, straightened his tie and left.
As Sylvan Cheney left, his unique presence also disappeared.
Jasmine Yale was quite upset by him, feeling frustrated, she switched on her tablet.
As soon as she connected to the inte, a heavy entertainment news headline popped up!
Chapter 459: 459: Sylvan Cheney and Yolanda Fern get married
Chapter 459: Sylvan Cheney and Ynda Fern get married
Jasmine Yale had no choice but to click on it!
Moreover, she was all too familiar with the name of the protagonist: Lana Fern!
Jasmine held no good feelings towards Lana Fern. Now that Sylvan Cheney said the issue with her baby had nothing to do with him, it must be Lana who was causing the trouble.
When she clicked open, she realized it was a piece of gossip news¡ª
Noted young actress Brianna Belle¡¯s agent, Lana Fern, was caught on camera in a hotel with an infamous, surnamed Y, scriptwriter!
Caught in a hotel room? On hidden camera?
Jasmine read more closely and found it was not just that; the scriptwriter was married.
Meaning to say, Lana Fern was the mistress?
The news was interspersed with several candid photos¡ª
The faces of the lead characters were all pixted, but Jasmine still recognized Lana Fern.
Jasmine didn¡¯t feel anything in particr. Lana Fern was always arrogant, and it was just a matter of time for her to taste her own medicine.
She was caught on camera in a hotel roomst night. Was it because her sister got engaged to her love interest and she got upset, leading to a night of heavy drinking?
Jasmine couldn¡¯t guess, and she didn¡¯t want to.
No matter how big a scene Lana Fern made, with Sylvan Cheney there, it would be squashed quickly.
Jasmine closed the webpage.
She tried calling Joe Heath a few times, but without exception, nobody picked up.
Sylvan Cheney was indeed capable. Truly.
Jasmine was impressed.
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Cheney Group.
At half past ten in the morning, Sylvan Cheney finished a shareholders¡¯ meeting.
After everyone left, only Sylvan Cheney and Charles McIntosh remained in the vast conference room.
Sylvan Cheney leaned backzily in his chair, his gaze deep as if mulling over something.
Charles McIntosh organized some files and handed them to Sylvan Cheney.
¡°Sir, please take a look.¡±
¡°Put it down.¡±
¡°Alright.¡± Charles McIntosh put a stack of files in front of Sylvan Cheney, ¡°Sir, after all these years, we finally got this piece ofnd.¡±
This parcel ofnd that Spencer Childe held onto for many years.
Its price skyrocketing, every inch worth its weight in gold.
Today, it finally belonged to Mr. Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney returned to Landon this year, initially nning to take aggressive measures to get back thisnd.
Unexpectedly, Spencer Childe eventually let go.
Years ago, Spencer Childe proposed two conditions: First, Sylvan Cheney and Ynda Fern get married; second, Sylvan Cheney has offspring.
Only by meeting these two conditions would Spencer Childe hand over thisnd estimated to be worth over hundreds of billions with ease.
This piece ofnd would secure Sylvan Cheney¡¯s foundation in Landon.
But, Sylvan Cheney had no ns to be controlled by Spencer Childe.
Even though there were unforeseen circumstancester, and by some twist of fate, Spencer Childe still gave thend to Sylvan Cheney.
Although Chale Cheney was an illegitimate child and Sylvan Cheney and Ynda Fern were merely engaged¡ Spencer Childe didn¡¯t n on giving Sylvan Cheney a hard time anymore.
After all, he was his own great-grandson.
¡°For thisnd, ording to our previous nning, we will transform it into an airport. From now on, keep a close eye on it,¡± Sylvan Cheney stated indifferently.
¡°Sir, are you afraid the old man will change his mind?¡±
¡°Go handle the change of procedures first thing tomorrow, so there won¡¯t be any dy.¡±
¡°Right, it should be done as soon as possible, in case the old man regrets it.¡±
Charles McIntosh was in agreement as well.
There was nothing wrong with the old man, except he didn¡¯t allow for Ynda to be wronged whatsoever.
He doted on Ynda as if she were his own granddaughter.
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s abrupt dismissal of the engagement party probably hasn¡¯t reached Spencer Childe yet¡
If it had, a storm of blood and violence surely would¡¯vee.
¡°If either of you leak a word about Chale¡¯s situation, choose your way to die.¡± Sylvan Cheney, with a stern face, stood up.
¡°Yes.¡± Charles McIntosh bowed his head, hands at his sides.
He didn¡¯t dare to say a single ¡°no¡±.
Chapter 460: 460: Sylvan, Happy Wedding
Chapter 460: Sylvan, Happy Wedding
Charles Mcintosh was well aware of Spencer Childe¡¯s tactics.
When the old man was young, he was swift and fierce, feared by both the legitimate and the underworld.
Now though he has aged and fallen ill, his vigor remains.
Even Mr. Cheney must show him some caution.
Sylvan Cheney continued his discussion of the property details with Charles Mcintosh for a while longer.
Just then, there came a knock at the meeting room door.
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s secretary walked in, ¡°Mr. Cheney, there is someone in the reception room looking for you.¡±
¡°Little Sun, not just anyone gets to see Mr. Cheney directly. You¡¯ve been with Mr. Cheney for so long and you still don¡¯t understand?¡± Charles scolded.
The secretary seemed wronged, ¡°That person said he is¡ Mr. Cheney¡¯s father. I didn¡¯t dare to stop him.¡±
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s face turned grave, his gaze piercing.
Teagan Cheney?
Sylvan Cheney closed his file and strode out, ¡°I¡¯m going over.¡±
A chill ran down Charles Mcintosh¡¯s spine.
Mr. Cheney¡¯s father is back in Landon? He surely returned with intentions towards Elder Childe¡¯s inheritance, didn¡¯t he?
This man, he truly has no shame.
Reception room.
A middle-aged man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snowkes outside.
He had a straight posture, radiantplexion and a particrly stern face, despite his age.
Fifteen years since hest visited Landon, the city has changed so much.
Especially the Cheney Group, under Sylvan Cheney¡¯s leadership, it has developed rapidly.
The Cheney Group¡¯s main building is even situated in Landon¡¯s prime location.
His son, truly beyond his expectations, was very skilled.
Just like his grandfather and mother.
Sylvan Cheney made his entrance, his shoes striking a grounded sound against the floor.
¡°You were looking for me?¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s eyes disyed an indifferent disdain.
Teagan Cheney turned around, thenughed: ¡°Finally, I get to see you, Sylvan. Congrattions on your wedding.¡±
¡°I have a meeting in a bit. Please get to the point,¡± Sylvan Cheney nced at his wristwatch, his tone icy.
Teagan Cheney had not changed much from what he expected, only that half of his hair had turned white.
There was no stirring in Sylvan Cheney¡¯s heart, not even a ripple.
Seeing Teagan Cheney felt like meeting an ordinary client.
He couldn¡¯t even be considered apetitor.
¡°Busy? I brought you a wedding gift, I couldn¡¯t make it the day before, I apologize,¡± Teagan gave a slight apology.
Compared to Sylvan Cheney¡¯s sharpness and aggression, Teagan¡¯s demeanor was much more subdued.
With that, Teagan pointed towards the table, ¡°Not sure if you will like it, but it¡¯s a token of goodwill.¡±
¡°I¡¯ll ept it,¡± replied Sylvan Cheney without looking.
¡°I think we can find some time to sit down and talk, that is, if you are willing to give me some of your time?¡± Teagan suggested.
Looking at Sylvan Cheney, he felt that his son has changed drastically.
They had met a few times overseas over the years.
But each time, Sylvan Cheney seemed more mature and reserved, increasingly inscrutable.
His mind was as deep as the ocean.
Qiana Childe did give birth to a formidable son.
¡°Apologies, but I¡¯m extremely busytely. I¡¯m afraid I won¡¯t have any time,¡±
Within Sylvan Cheney¡¯s gaze remained an unyielding coldness and depth, like an iceberg that never melted.
¡°Sylvan, it¡¯s rare that I make the trip to Landon, why not sit down for a cup of tea and chat? The snowfall is quite beautiful, I recall that your mother had a penchant for watching the snow,¡± Teaganughed.
¡°You don¡¯t have the right to mention her.¡±
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s gaze was sharp, indifferent, frigid, his entire body radiating a chilling aura.
¡°As a matter of fact, I miss her, and I miss you,¡± Teagan said, ¡°s, it¡¯s unfortunate that you don¡¯t consider me your father anymore.¡±
Chapter 461: 461: Who takes women seriously?
Chapter 461: Who takes women seriously?
Teagan Cheney spoke with a tone of profound sadness, ayer of sorrow and bleakness clouding his face.
¡°Should I thank you on behalf of my mother for still remembering her?¡± Sylvan Cheney had an icy tone in his voice.
Teagan Cheney knew it in his heart; every time he met his son, it would end in an argument.
Over the years, Sylvan matured, and his attitude grew colder.
¡°I¡¯vee back this time, naturally to pay her a visit.¡±
Teagan Cheney shook his head, sighing deeply.
¡°It depends on whether my mother wants to see you.¡± Sylvan challenged Teagan.
Teagan Cheney choked on his words; his son had an uncanny knack for making people upset.
Sylvan was well aware of the real reason Teagan had traveled all the way back home¡ªit was for his mother¡¯s estate.
He had the audacity to im it.
His mother¡¯s been dead for many years, yet he hadn¡¯t returned once to pay his respects.
Yet, now he¡¯s back.
¡°Sylvan, whether you resent me or hate me, I have my own difficulties. Regardless, we are still father and son, we share a blood rtion that can¡¯t be severed.¡± Teagan said, ¡°Why don¡¯t we sit down and talk it out?¡±
¡°No need, if there are rtionships that I do not wish to acknowledge, no one can force me.¡±
¡°Sylvan, I understand your youthful fervour, but there are certain things that you should not be so absolute about. When you get older, you will understand my predicament.¡±
¡°Are you saying you had difficulties when you abandoned my mother to marry another woman and have children with her?¡±
¡°You¡¯re not unaware of some of the reasons. There¡¯s no need for me to exin again.¡± Teagan Cheney¡¯s face held visible dissatisfaction.
His rtionship with Qiana Childe held no love.
Their marriage had been forced.
Qiana Childe liked him, he didn¡¯t like Qiana Childe. That was all.
¡°Of course I know, but because I know, I¡¯m telling you now, my mother does not wee you, and neither do I!¡±
Sylvan¡¯s words rang out powerfully, his face solemn and stern.
When they first got married, Qiana Childe pursued Teagan Cheney. But didn¡¯t Teagan ultimately agree to marry because of Qiana Childe and Spencer Childe¡¯s family wealth and business?
Sylvan knew his father¡¯s character inside and out.
Later, with the money from his mother, Teagan went abroad and became wealthy, established a mistress, and never returned to his home country.
Only when his mothermitted suicide by jumping into ake did he return for onest look.
But by then, they were already worlds apart.
¡°Sylvan, why hold onto these grudges? Wasn¡¯t your mother at fault as well?¡± Teagan Cheney said indifferently.
¡°She pursued you, you could have refused her, but you did not.¡± Sylvan spoke with a cold detachment, ¡°Your actions¡you do not deserve to be called a husband.¡±
¡°Sylvan, why pin me down on these semantics? It¡¯s been so many years. As a man yourself, let me ask you, in matters of marriage and love, if you could take advantage of it, would you let such an opportunity slip by without costing you anything?¡±
With a sneer that wasn¡¯t quite a sneer, Teagan acted without shame.
He didn¡¯t quite understand why Sylvan was so worked up. It had been so many years.
Sylvan could be so obstinate.
Just like his mother.
¡°Men, who takes women seriously? Just like my wifeter on, I only wanted her because she was pretty with a good figure, she adored and liked me, she wasn¡¯t as assertive as your mother.¡±
¡°Teagan Cheney, get out!¡±
There is a shattered rage in Sylvan¡¯s eyes, his face dark and unreadable.
He grabbed a cup from the table and flung it towards Teagan. The cup flew in an arc beforending with a ¡°ng,¡± shattering into pieces.
A shard nicked Sylvan¡¯s hand, blood trickling down from the back.
Chapter 462: 462: Remembering the Meeting After Parting
Chapter 462: Remembering the Meeting After Parting
When Sylvan Cheney stepped out of the reception room, everyone saw that their boss¡¯s face was dark, darker than the sky before a storm.
At this time, no one would dare to stir things further.
Very few people could make the boss so angry.
¡°Mr. Cheney, you¡¯re bleeding. Shall I call a doctor?¡± Charles McIntosh quickly approached.
¡°No need, I¡¯m stepping out for a bit.¡±
Sylvan wiped away the blood with a wet napkin and went downstairs towards the garage.
¡°Mr. Cheney, about Teagan Cheney¡¡±
¡°Don¡¯t ever let him step foot in the Cheney Family corporation again!¡±
¡°Yes, sir.¡±
The snow kept falling outside, and the sky was gloomy. The road ahead was soaking wet.
Sylvan drove his car out of the garage. At the intersection, he suddenly didn¡¯t know which direction to head in.
The Rolls-Royce came to a stop on the side of the road again.
He lit a cigarette, smoke cloaking his stern face.
A sense of destion spread across his prating gaze, as expansive and profound as a lonely, endless night.
He simply sat in the car, watching the snowfall.
ke after ke¡ as if they embodied a sky filled with sorrow.
His gaze settling ahead, an image of a young girl suddenly popped into his mind.
He remembered a time when it was snowing like this, and he had just returned, worn and weary, from an overseas work trip.
Perhaps the snow was falling too thickly; Xiao Ya hadn¡¯t noticed his arrival and was bent over the window, absorbed in her drawing.
Ayer of white fog covered the window, making it hazy.
Her fair fingers moved gracefully across the window, focused and intent. Her eyes shone clear and bright.
It was not until he came up behind her that he saw what she was writing ¡ª
¡°Since parting, how often in dreams we meet.¡±
At that time, he had been away for a full month.
Then, she was seventeen.
He stood behind her for a long time, without removing his gloves, without taking off his scarf, silently watching her doodling on the window.
After a while, Jasmine Yale finally noticed him.
As she turned around, it was as if her girlish thoughts had beenid bare.
Suddenly¡
She wiped off the words on the windowpletely.
She nced at him, visibly perturbed, ¡°I just learned it; I was just ying around.¡±
Having spoken, her face flushed and she scurried away, head down.
The cigarette continued to burn, scorching Sylvan Cheney¡¯s fingertips.
He snuffed the cigarette out, stepped on the elerator, and drove off to the bar.
The bar was rather quiet during the day, and due to the unpleasant weather, there were even fewer patrons.
This bar was owned by Zaiden Santos, and Sylvan had a private room here.
Upon his arrival, he ordered several bottles of whiskey.
¡°Mr. Cheney, would you like somepany?¡± the bar owner asked, grinning as he opened the whiskey for Sylvan.
Sylvan hadn¡¯t been here in a while, but every time he dide over, he would drink a lot of alcohol.
Sylvan shot him a look, ¡°You can call Zaiden Santos over.¡±
¡°I wouldn¡¯t dare invite Boss Santos.¡±
¡°Then, get out!¡± Sylvan coldly downed a ss of whiskey.
Sylvan¡¯s heart raged chaotically, a ze seething within him, consuming every cell in his body.
He swayed the bottle and filled the ss to the brim.
Over the years, whenever he thought of Qiana Childe or Teagan Cheney, aplex series of emotions would begin to churn.
These unpleasant family matters, he had kept them locked away in the depths of his heart.
He had endured it alone all these years, yet Teagan Cheney still managed to incite his emotions.
Some things, when suppressed for too long, intensify until they erupt.
Especially when he thought about Qiana Childe and the time from over twenty years ago.
Sylvan¡¯s brows furrowed tightly. He unbuttoned the cor of his shirt and reached for the bottle.
Chapter 462: Remembering the Meeting After Parting
Chapter 462: Remembering the Meeting After Parting
When Sylvan Cheney stepped out of the reception room, everyone saw that their boss¡¯s face was dark, darker than the sky before a storm.
At this time, no one would dare to stir things further.
Very few people could make the boss so angry.
¡°Mr. Cheney, you¡¯re bleeding. Shall I call a doctor?¡± Charles McIntosh quickly approached.
¡°No need, I¡¯m stepping out for a bit.¡±
Sylvan wiped away the blood with a wet napkin and went downstairs towards the garage.
¡°Mr. Cheney, about Teagan Cheney¡¡±
¡°Don¡¯t ever let him step foot in the Cheney Family corporation again!¡±
¡°Yes, sir.¡±
The snow kept falling outside, and the sky was gloomy. The road ahead was soaking wet.
Sylvan drove his car out of the garage. At the intersection, he suddenly didn¡¯t know which direction to head in.
The Rolls-Royce came to a stop on the side of the road again.
He lit a cigarette, smoke cloaking his stern face.
A sense of destion spread across his prating gaze, as expansive and profound as a lonely, endless night.
He simply sat in the car, watching the snowfall.
ke after ke¡ as if they embodied a sky filled with sorrow.
His gaze settling ahead, an image of a young girl suddenly popped into his mind.
He remembered a time when it was snowing like this, and he had just returned, worn and weary, from an overseas work trip.
Perhaps the snow was falling too thickly; Xiao Ya hadn¡¯t noticed his arrival and was bent over the window, absorbed in her drawing.
Ayer of white fog covered the window, making it hazy.
Her fair fingers moved gracefully across the window, focused and intent. Her eyes shone clear and bright.
It was not until he came up behind her that he saw what she was writing ¡ª
¡°Since parting, how often in dreams we meet.¡±
At that time, he had been away for a full month.
Then, she was seventeen.
He stood behind her for a long time, without removing his gloves, without taking off his scarf, silently watching her doodling on the window.
After a while, Jasmine Yale finally noticed him.
As she turned around, it was as if her girlish thoughts had beenid bare.
Suddenly¡
She wiped off the words on the windowpletely.
She nced at him, visibly perturbed, ¡°I just learned it; I was just ying around.¡±
Having spoken, her face flushed and she scurried away, head down.
The cigarette continued to burn, scorching Sylvan Cheney¡¯s fingertips.
He snuffed the cigarette out, stepped on the elerator, and drove off to the bar.
The bar was rather quiet during the day, and due to the unpleasant weather, there were even fewer patrons.
This bar was owned by Zaiden Santos, and Sylvan had a private room here.
Upon his arrival, he ordered several bottles of whiskey.
¡°Mr. Cheney, would you like somepany?¡± the bar owner asked, grinning as he opened the whiskey for Sylvan.
Sylvan hadn¡¯t been here in a while, but every time he dide over, he would drink a lot of alcohol.
Sylvan shot him a look, ¡°You can call Zaiden Santos over.¡±
¡°I wouldn¡¯t dare invite Boss Santos.¡±
¡°Then, get out!¡± Sylvan coldly downed a ss of whiskey.
Sylvan¡¯s heart raged chaotically, a ze seething within him, consuming every cell in his body.
He swayed the bottle and filled the ss to the brim.
Over the years, whenever he thought of Qiana Childe or Teagan Cheney, aplex series of emotions would begin to churn.
These unpleasant family matters, he had kept them locked away in the depths of his heart.
He had endured it alone all these years, yet Teagan Cheney still managed to incite his emotions.
Some things, when suppressed for too long, intensify until they erupt.
Especially when he thought about Qiana Childe and the time from over twenty years ago.
Sylvan¡¯s brows furrowed tightly. He unbuttoned the cor of his shirt and reached for the bottle.
Chapter 463: 463: She chased him for twelve years
Chapter 463: She chased him for twelve years
Jasmine Yale was having dinner at her table when she received a call from Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan¡¯s staff were watching her closely, and the weather was cold, so they didn¡¯t let her go out.
In the evening, the snow finally stopped intermittently.
A thickyer of white snow had umted on the top of the grass and tree branches.
She was watching the snow outside the window, while eating the dinner delivered by the housemaid.
As the night darkened, the white snow under the streetmp became even more beautiful, exceptionally enchanting. The light yellow haze from the streetmp shone on the thick snow.
The moon also came out, with its light like soft silk, gentle as water.
Jasmine was eating her favorite fish balls, without too much distraction.
She became even more determined about some matters that she had been pondering over since her days in Sinkapore.
¡°Jasy¡¡±
Suddenly, her phone rang and she answered it.
It was Sylvan Cheney¡¯s deep and husky voice, rich like a cello but showing obvious signs of intoxication.
Jasmine was a little surprised.
¡°What¡¯s up?¡±
¡°Come and stay with me¡¡± There was a note of sadness and emotion in Sylvan Cheney¡¯s voice that she couldn¡¯t discern.
¡°Have you been drinking?¡± Jasmine furrowed her eyebrows.
¡°Yes.¡±
Jasmine held her phone, at a loss for words.
She was afraid of Sylvan Cheney when he drank. Even though he had a good tolerance, she still didn¡¯t dare to stay with him.
Besides, the night just started and he was already drunk.
Did he go out to drink on purpose?
¡°Jasy, why aren¡¯t you speaking¡¡± There was more usation and helplessness in Sylvan¡¯s tone now.
¡°It¡¯ste, you should call Charles Mcintosh.¡± Jasmine refused him.
It¡¯s not that she¡¯s heartless, but¡ there really was no need for them to get entangled again.
He already had a son and was engaged.
He wanted topensate her now, but she didn¡¯t need it.
She had chased after him for twelve years; she was too tired and didn¡¯t want to chase anymore.
To love someone until you are exhausted is disappointing.
¡°Don¡¯t hang up, Jasy.¡±
Her heart skipped a beat. She thought she heard a touch of pain in Sylvan Cheney¡¯s voice, but she wasn¡¯t sure.
How could a man like him feel pain?
¡°Jasy¡ don¡¯t you like the snow? Can I take you to see it tomorrow? To the mountain? Huh?¡±
¡°You¡¯re drunk. Go home early. I¡¯ll call Charles for you.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t hang up¡ it¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t speak¡ just don¡¯t hang up¡ don¡¯t leave me again¡¡±
Jasmine¡¯s brows furrowed, he was really drunk.
Sylvan was a man with considerable restraint, what had happened to upset him so much?
¡°I think I should call Charles for you. If anything happens to you, I can¡¯t take the responsibility.¡±
¡°Jasy¡¡±
After hearing her name from him once more, she hung up.
She then called Charles Mcintosh.
After she had exined the situation to Charles, she put her phone aside and continued eating in silence.
She didn¡¯t know why, but the fish balls she found delicious a moment ago suddenly lost their vor.
As she ate, they tasted like they were vorless.
There was a daze in Jasmine¡¯s eyes.
Jasmine lost her mood to eat; she simply stopped, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and cleared the table.
Suddenly, Charles Mcintosh called back.
¡°Miss Yale.¡±
¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡±
¡°Mr. Cheney is not feeling well, could youe and be with him?¡±
¡°Aren¡¯t you his subordinate? Why don¡¯t you go?¡±
¡°I¡ Miss Yale, the person Mr. Cheney wants to see is you.¡±
¡°And Assistant Mcintosh, which capacity should I apany him in?¡± Jasmine questioned.
She disliked the feeling of being in the eye of the storm.
Chapter 464: 464 Flippant and Full of Rogue Actions
Chapter 464: Flippant and Full of Rogue Actions
Clearly, Charles Mcintosh on the other end of the line paused for a moment.
He was inherently not good at dealing with girls.
Jasmine Yale¡¯s question made him choke for a moment.
After a while, he spoke quietly, ¡°Miss Yale, considering that Mr. Cheney stood in the cold wind to queue up to buy mooncakes for you yesterday, right?¡±
Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t speak any more.
She thought for a long time.
Charles Mcintosh didn¡¯t hear anything for a while, thinking she was angry, he had to say, ¡°Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney to you¡¡±
¡°The address.¡±
Charles Mcintosh nodded and told her the bar¡¯s address.
¡°Miss Yale, I will arrange for someone to take you there.¡±
¡°Thank you.¡±
As Charles Mcintosh said, very soon, there was someone appeared in the hospital to pick up Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale put on a taro purple long coat and wrapped a scarf.
She followed Mcintosh¡¯s man to the parking lot.
All the way, she kept her head down.
VISTA bar.
By nightfall, the ce started to fill up, the lights were dazzling and very eye-catching.
Despite this, the VIP rooms upstairs were rtively quiet.
Jasmine Yale unraveled her scarf and followed the corridor.
The door wasn¡¯t locked, Jasmine Yale pushed it open gently.
¡°Cough cough.¡± As soon as she entered, Jasmine Yale frowned and coughed.
The room was full of smoke, and a strong smell of alcohol.
Just as she was about to turn on the light, Sylvan Cheney pinned her against the wall!
¡°I thought you weren¡¯ting.¡± There was a little surprise in his voice.
Smelling her distinctive scent, his heart instantly rxed.
¡°Charles called me.¡± Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t want to borate, ¡°You move, I¡¯ll switch on the light.¡±
¡°No lights.¡±
Jasmine Yale found his domineering and childish speech extremely amusing and absurd.
Sylvan Cheney always cared about his image, especially in front of her, he always put on airs.
But now, after getting drunk, all his image copsed.
Sylvan Cheney hugged her waist, suddenly tightened his grip, picked her up, and ced her on the sofa.
¡°Why don¡¯t you want the lights on?¡± Jasmine Yale was very confused.
She was still on her period, and she didn¡¯t have to worry about Sylvan Cheney doing anything to her.
But not having the lights on was unsettling for her.
¡°I just don¡¯t want it.¡±
Jasmine Yale was speechless.
With all his aloofness gone due to drinking, Sylvan Cheney seemed lonely and abandoned like a child.
He was just hugging her, doing nothing else but hugging her tightly.
He didn¡¯t dare to let go, fearing that she might leave as soon as he did.
This kind of feeling had always been there, particrly after what had happened in the forestst time, he was more cautious.
Jasmine Yale was held down on the sofa, his big hand wrapped around her waist.
¡°Why did you drink so much?¡± Jasmine Yale couldn¡¯t help but ask.
Since she was here, they had to talk. Otherwise, it would be quite awkward.
¡°I miss you.¡± Sylvan Cheney freed a hand and pinched her cheek.
This frivolous and rascal-like action made Jasmine Yale dumbfounded.
Since she was silent, he smiled smugly.
Jasmine Yale felt helplessly annoyed.
Very annoyed.
One could really not have a proper conversation with a drunk man.
She pushed him away and turned on a wall light.
As soon as she turned on the light, she noticed that his clothes were disheveled, several buttons of his cor were torn off, revealing a lean and sexy corbone.
Then she saw blood on his hand.
¡°Is your hand injured?¡± Jasmine Yale asked.
¡°Yeah.¡±
¡°You¡¯re such a big man, how did you hurt your hand? Drinking to the point where it¡¯s almost self-muttion.¡±
Chapter 465: 465: Dont You Want Me?
Chapter 465: Don¡¯t You Want Me?
Jasmine Yale couldn¡¯t help but scold him a few times.
Truthfully, she didn¡¯t dare to reprimand him, but seeing him drunk, she took the liberty to tease him a bit.
After knowing him for fifteen years, she felt utterly dominated by him, hardly able to move.
Only rarely did she get such an opportunity to fight back a bit.
¡°It¡¯s not intentional.¡± Sylvan Cheney wrinkled his brows, feeling quite wronged.
Jasmine Yale sighed, took a wet wipe, and cleaned the bloodstains on his hand.
It was a bit of blood, nothing serious.
¡°Mr. Cheney, you should find a woman to take care of you, so I won¡¯t have toe if you get drunk again,¡± Jasmine Yale said indifferently.
Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney grabbed her hand, his tone filled with hostility and vignce: ¡°You¡¯re leaving?¡±
¡°Let go, I didn¡¯t say I¡¯m leaving.¡±
Jasmine Yale went to pour him a cup of tea.
She really didn¡¯t understand why he had driven Ynda away for no reason, otherwise she wouldn¡¯t have had to take care of him.
However, a small fight between a couple was normal. There was no need for her to interfere.
¡°As long as I¡¯m in Landon for a single day, you don¡¯t get to leave.
He was looking at her, his attitude rude, his tone domineering.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback, craning her neck to stare at him.
Drunk and still so unreasonable? That was like him.
He was always unreasonable.
¡°Let me drive you back to the Cheney Residence. Where are your car keys?¡± Jasmine Yale fumbled in his pocket.
After a good while, she finally found the key to the Rolls-Royce.
¡°What are you fumbling around for¡¡± Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes, ¡°Want it?¡±
Jasmine clenched her teeth: ¡°¡¡±
A raging beast.
He suddenly grabs her hand, guiding it towards his trousers.
¡°Jasy¡ do you know how long it¡¯s been since I touched a woman¡¡±
His eyes were cloudy with drunkenness, his gaze hazy.
¡°I don¡¯t want to know.¡± Jasmine Yale tried to retract her hand.
She really didn¡¯t want to know at all. What did she need to know that for?
Shameless.
¡°Don¡¯t you want me?¡± Sylvan Cheney held her wrist.
¡°I don¡¯t want you, let go.¡± Jasmine Yale snapped at him, ¡°Behave, or I¡¯m calling Charles McIntosh!¡±
Sylvan Cheney immediately let go, as obedient as Chale Cheney.
Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t expect to be able to scare him off.
It seemed he really was heavily intoxicated this time.
Otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t have fallen for her bluff.
After all these struggles, Jasmine Yale was covered in sweat.
She took off her overcoat, pressed his hand to keep him still, and roughly made him gulp down some sobering tea.
Sylvan Cheney was surprisingly cooperative. After finishing the tea, he rested his head and stayed quiet.
Jasmine suddenly thought of the night in Sinkapore not long ago when she was drunk.
He broke into her apartment by picking the lock.
It seemed like she had vomited all over him back then.
Compared to her, Sylvan Cheney handled his alcohol much better.
He¡¯d asionally act up, say a few extra words, but would soon be calm and quiet.
Just like his usual self, silent and reticent.
¡°Sylvan, please sit still and don¡¯t move while I change your clothes,¡± Jasmine warned him.
Sylvan looked at her without saying a word.
However, just as Jasmine turned around to get some clothes, he lunged at her!
Pressing her down hard, he pinned her to the sofa.
¡°You are not allowed to leave!¡±
His eyes burnt bright red!
¡°I¡¯m just going to get you some clothes, I¡¯m not leaving!¡±
¡°No!¡±
He didn¡¯t give her a chance to move. He was domineering with a rude tone.
Jasmine Yale lost all her patience due to his antics.
¡°All right, I¡¯m not going anywhere. Sleep in your dirt if you want to!¡± She couldn¡¯t be bothered any longer.
Really, what a nuisance!
He couldn¡¯t even behave when he was drunk!
Chapter 466: 466: Seeking a Woman to Spend a Spring Evening With
Chapter 466: Seeking a Woman to Spend a Spring Evening With
Jasmine Yale was tightly held by him, pinned down on the sofa.
Under the dim yellow light, she saw a hint of fatigue on his face.
She couldn¡¯t think of what might have upset him so much?
He was usually very good at controlling himself and wouldn¡¯t drink without reason.
However, a drunk Sylvan Cheney seemed much quieter. He kept his eyes closed, his hands unwilling to let go.
He looked more tolerable when he was asleep than when he was unreasonable. His long eyshes hung slightly, and his face was so handsome it could wreck a country.
Jasmine Yale was held down firmly by him.
Begrudgingly, she sighed and resigned to sleep with him.
She thought their time together would notst much longer.
After that, they would be strangers.
After he said her child had nothing to do with her, she no longer harbored hatred for him, just indifference.
They had lived under the same roof for twelve years after all, she still hoped he could be happy.
¡°Jasy¡¡± Sylvan Cheney frowned, clutching her waist even tighter.
Jasmine Yale looked down, fluttering her eyshes, she raised her hand to touch his eyebrows.
So close, yet so far.
Soon, Sylvan Cheney fell asleep holding her, truly peaceful and calm.
Jasmine Yale, having been tossed and turned by him, was also tired.
She leaned against the sofa, found afortable position, and dozed off.
¡
In the morning, Jasmine Yale was awakened by Sylvan Cheney¡¯s phone.
He was still asleep.
The two of them were squeezed on a single sofa, and she was almostpletely pinned under him, held in his arms.
His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket.
Jasmine Yale nudged him, ¡°Sylvan, someone is calling you.¡±
Sylvan Cheney had no response, his face looked extremely tired.
Jasmine Yale had no choice but to take his phone out of his pocket.
So noisy.
¡°Hello.¡± Jasmine Yale rubbed her temples.
The person on the other end paused for a moment but quickly regainedposure.
¡°Are you Sylvan¡¯s woman?¡±
This voice sounded somewhat familiar to Jasmine Yale, but there was no identification saved for this number on Sylvan Cheney¡¯s phone.
¡°Who are you?¡±
¡°Is he there?¡±
¡°He¡¯s still asleep.¡±
¡°Oh?¡± The man lightly chuckled over the phone, ¡°My ascetic son, he also finds a woman to spend the night with?¡±
Jasmine Yale caught the sensitive word ¡°son¡±.
She thought the voice sounded familiar.
Turns out it was Sylvan Cheney¡¯s father.
She had never met Teagan Cheney. She only knew a bit that the man has been living in the US.
It seemed like he already had a family there.
Sylvan Cheney never told her about it, and she never asked.
¡°Mr. Cheney, not many fathers would nder their own sons like this, right?¡± Jasmine Yale replied indifferently.
Again, a lightugh came from the other end: ¡°Didn¡¯t I tell the truth? He was criticizing me just yesterday, and the next moment, he snuck out on his fianc¨¦e to spend the night with another woman.¡±
The meaning behind Teagan Cheney¡¯sugh was unclear.
Jasmine Yale felt a wave of difort.
She didn¡¯t like Teagan Cheney¡¯s tone, nor the words that wereing out of his mouth.
What kind of father disparages his own son like this?
It seems that this Teagan Cheney is worse than Kaine Zahir.
Although she was not fond of Sylvan Cheney, between him and Teagan Cheney, she was inclined towards Sylvan Cheney.
At least, Sylvan Cheney was good to his own son.
¡°Mr. Cheney, leaving everything else aside, do you consider Mr. Cheney your son in your heart?¡±
Jasmine Yale sat up from the sofa and walked towards the restroom.
Chapter 467: 467: He is Also an Ordinary Man
Chapter 467: He is Also an Ordinary Man
She gently closed the washroom door, afraid of waking Sylvan Cheney.
¡°What are you to Sylvan? I¡¯m not fond of dealing with young girls. Give the phone to Sylvan, I have something to say to him.¡±
Teagan Cheney clearly didn¡¯t like this young girl much.
His tone was very dissatisfied.
¡°I¡¯ve told you, he¡¯s not awake yet. Whatever you have to say, tell me first, and I¡¯ll ry the message to him.¡±
¡°What can be said to you? Tell him that I am waiting for him at the Elephant Caf¨¦ and let hime to see me after he wakes up. It¡¯s about his mother.¡±
Having said that, Teagan Cheney hung up the phone.
Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t know what to do.
She felt that Sylvan Cheney didn¡¯t want to see his father.
She called Charles Mcintosh and exined everything to him.
On the other end, Charles paused for a moment.
¡°Miss Yale, do you understand the rtionship between Mr. Cheney and Teagan Cheney?¡±
Jasmine shook her head: ¡°I don¡¯t know. Mr. Cheney has never told me, and perhaps¡ I don¡¯t really want to know.¡±
¡°Let me tell you.¡± Charles sighed, ¡°Whether you want to hear it or not, Mr. Cheney isn¡¯t as invincible as you think. In the world of love, he¡¯s just an ordinary man.¡±
Jasmine was startled.
Charles slowly spoke of things in the past.
He thought, Jasmine had a right to know.
Jasmine listened quietly to Charles, without interrupting.
As it turned out, the love between Sylvan Cheney¡¯s father and mother was not genuine.
Qiana Childe was defiant and somewhat domineering, she fell in love with Teagan Cheney and pursued him relentlessly.
Her father, Spencer Childe, consistently disagreed with their union, always saying that Teagan was unreliable.
However, unable to control his daughter¡¯s affection, he turned a blind eye.
Qiana pursued Teagan, who neither outright rejected her nor fully epted her.
Only when Qiana inherited arge fortune from Spencer Childe ¨C
Teagan finally saw an opportunity, epted Qiana¡¯s deration of love, and married her.
Qiana was naive, thinking that she had finally moved Teagan with her love.
She deeply loved Teagan Cheney, to the point of losing herself in love, willing to give him everything she had.
This love was passionate.
But no matter how shrewd Teagan was, he could not outwit Spencer Childe.
That fortune, although given to Qiana, was still under Spencer¡¯s name.
Frustrated and unable to obtain it, Teagan took away the stocks, jewels, and money in Qiana¡¯s hands and went to the US.
With his astuteness, Teagan quickly prospered in the US.
He established his ownpany, and enjoyed much sess for a time.
From then on, Teagan abandoned his family and never returned home.
He started a new family in the US. Only when Qiana drowned herself did he return to give her a final farewell.
As she listened to Charles recounting those past events, Jasmine Yale¡¯s heart stirred.
Like ripples spreading across water.
So it turns out¡
There were so many intricacies she didn¡¯t know about.
She knew nothing at all.
Sylvan Cheney had never told her anything, anything at all.
Charles was calm as he spoke, as if narrating a distant tale.
But Jasmine¡¯s heart was anything but calm.
She knew all too well the pain of a broken family.
Unlike Sylvan, she is one to shed tears.
She would cry when she felt upset.
But he remained exceedingly silent and strong.
So strong that he could stand his ground in Landon, wielding more power and influence than most.
He endured more than most, didn¡¯t he?
However, even the strongest man has a breaking point.
It stays untriggered until it does, tearing everything apart.
Chapter 468: 468: Who are you to Sylvan?
Chapter 468: Who are you to Sylvan?
Charles Mcintosh hung up after finishing his words.
Jasmine Yale opened the door and looked at the couch¡ª
Sylvan Cheney was still fast asleep, which was rare.
He typically lived a regted lifestyle and woke up early in the morning.
He must have been utterly exhausted.
Jasmine walked over and picked up the nket from the floor to cover him.
She grabbed his car keys and cellphone, quietly walked out the door, and walked downstairs.
Elephant Caf¨¦.
In a private room, a middle-aged man stood before arge, floor-to-ceiling window.
His suit was immacte and he was very tall.
In his hand was a cup of steaming American coffee.
The moment Jasmine walked in, the door closed, and Teagan Cheney turned his head.
A hint of surprise crossed his eyes but vanished quickly.
He set his coffee cup down and sized up Jasmine from head to toe.
¡°Are you thedy over the phone?¡± Teagan Cheney asked.
Jasmine looked him over as well.
This man and Sylvan bore a family resemnce. Admittedly, although he was middle-aged, he was still very handsome.
No wonder he was chased down by Sylvan Cheney¡¯s mother.
This type of man could be summed up in four words¡ª
A wolf in gentleman¡¯s clothing.
¡°That was me.¡± Jasmine stared at him calmly.
¡°What is your rtionship with Sylvan? Is he still asleep? Or does heck the courage to see me?¡± Teagan Cheney sneered.
¡°What courage is needed to meet someone like you?¡± Jasmine retorted, ¡°If you want to see Mr. Cheney, you should consider if you are worthy.¡±
Jasmine had no fear of offending Teagan Cheney.
Over the years, she hadn¡¯t done anything for Sylvan.
When men handle such matters, they might face restrictions; especially when it¡¯s his father.
However, she was different. She had no rtion to Teagan Cheney.
For twelve years, Sylvan had sheltered and protected her.
Let this¡ be thest thing she would do for him.
¡°Youngdy, you had better let Sylvane here. Otherwise, I can¡¯t promise not to bring harm to you.¡±
¡°Even if you resort to violence, it wouldn¡¯t surprise me. After all, you¡¯re the kind of person who could abandon his home and family,¡± Jasmine responded without fear.
¡°Why are you defending Sylvan? Did he ask you to do that?¡±
¡°Do I need him to ask me to call out a man whocks responsibility? Even if you weren¡¯t Mr. Cheney¡¯s father, I would not tolerate someone like you.¡±
¡°Nobody has ever dared to talk to me like that, not even Qiana Childe.¡± Teagan Cheney forced out a coldugh.
¡°How dare you mention your own wife? You are not even worthy to mention her name!¡± Jasmine yelled. With a quick grab, she seized the coffee cup off the table.
She swung her arm, hurling the piping hot coffee at Teagan Cheney!
¡°Who the hell do you think you are, you deserve to lecture me?!¡±Teagan Cheney lost his temper.
He couldn¡¯t dodge Jasmine¡¯s attack and was left soaked in coffee.
It was scalding hot!
It happened too fast for him to dodge!
¡°Let me ask you something, have you ever done right by anyone? Mr. Cheney¡¯s mother? Mr. Cheney? Or your mistress? You couldn¡¯t do right by any of them! You¡¯re just a selfish man who only cares about his own interests, and you treat women as your ythings and tools!¡±
Jasmine was furious with this shameless man.
Truly, a gentleman in appearance but a beast within.
¡°Miss, on what authority do you lecture me? Don¡¯t forget, Sylvan is engaged, and you¡¯re still clinging to him. Doesn¡¯t that make you the mistress? Sylvan is more despicable than me.¡±
¡°At least he has never abandoned his home and children!¡±
Chapter 469: 469: Never See Mr. Cheney Again
Chapter 469: Never See Mr. Cheney Again
¡°Also, Mr. Cheney and I are friends, so you don¡¯t need to lump others in with your contemptible thoughts.¡± Jasmine Yale said calmly.
She seemed particrly clear-headed this early in the morning.
¡°Youngdy, I don¡¯t want to debate with you, let Sylvan Cheneye here; I can overlook your rudeness.¡±
Teagan Cheney was wiping coffee stains from his clothes.
His face had turned particrly unpleasant.
Getting doused in coffee by a young girl was a bitter pill to swallow.
¡°As I said, you don¡¯t deserve to see Mr. Cheney. Meeting someone like you would make him lose his appetite for days. With a father like you, I think he might feel humiliated.¡±
Jasmine Yale spelled out each word, each sentence making Teagan Cheney¡¯s face darken further.
Over the years, he was always seen in a positive light. No one had ever dared to use him to his face.
Even Sylvan would never curse him like this.
Teagan Cheney¡¯s face turned even more sour.
He was visibly upset.
¡°Sometimes, one needs to be self-aware. Besides the blood connection, what else do you and Mr. Cheney have inmon? Since there is nothing, don¡¯t you find your constant visits a nuisance, like a troublesome fly?¡±
¡°Mr. Cheney doesn¡¯t want to acknowledge you as his father, which you should have known by now. If you still n on exploiting Mr. Cheney, then I think you¡¯re mistaken. I believe that the one to end up in the worst state will never be Mr. Cheney, it will be you.¡±
¡°Mr. Cheney still has some consideration for you, but how long can this so-called blood connection provide you with a way out? If you¡¯re wise, you should leave and never disturb him again.¡±
¡°The words that Mr. Cheney couldn¡¯t say, I said them for him. I can¡¯t guarantee that my thoughts can represent his, but surely, these are the things he wanted to tell you.¡±
¡°If you¡¯re self-aware, you should never meet with Mr. Cheney again. Otherwise, even if Mr. Cheney strikes you, you can¡¯t me him for being unreasonable.¡±
Teagan Cheney was rendered speechless by Jasmine Yale¡¯s words.
He admitted that these were words Sylvan Cheney would never say.
But that didn¡¯t mean Sylvan didn¡¯t think this way.
However, there¡¯s nothing to fear about this young girl.
¡°Youngdy, I don¡¯t want to have to get physical with you, you should leave obediently. The matters between me and my son don¡¯t require an outsider¡¯s meddling.¡± Teagan Cheney suppressed his anger.
But his eyes had already turned bloodshot.
It seemed like he could explode at any moment!
Jasmine Yale stepped back two paces, avoiding Teagan Cheney.
A shameless man in the throes of rage might do the unthinkable.
But just then, the partially closed door was pushed open!
The towering Sylvan Cheney stood in the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed as he quickly strode forward.
With a stretch of his long arm, he pulled Jasmine Yale into his arms.
¡°Teagan Cheney, you should understand the difference between an outsider and a family member. She¡¯s not the outsider, you are.¡± Sylvan Cheney said coldly.
His sharp gaze swept over Teagan Cheney¡¯s face.
It was as cutting as a knife.
He had heard everything Jasmine Yale had said.
After she had left the bar, he had followed her.
He was afraid she would be treated unfairly.
But he didn¡¯t expect Jasmine Yale would speak up for him.
¡°Sylvan Cheney, you!¡± Teagan Cheney was angered, ¡°You talk to your father like this?¡±
¡°The term ¡®father¡¯ is subjective, and you, you don¡¯t deserve it.¡± Sylvan Cheney replied indifferently.
Teagan Cheney was taken aback, standing there in stunned silence.
Every time he confronted Sylvan Cheney, Sylvan never retaliated harshly.
He thought that Sylvan was somewhat afraid of him.
But he was wrong.
¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Sylvan Cheney gently ruffled Jasmine Yale¡¯s hair and led her out.
Chapter 470: 470: Im Not the Same QiQi as Before
Chapter 470: I¡¯m Not the Same QiQi as Before
Outside the cafe, a Ferrari was parked.
Sylvan Cheney made Jasmine Yale sit in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt for her, then walked around to the driver¡¯s side.
Sylvan Cheney was very focused when he drove, his expression remaining somewhat cold and serious.
¡°You¡¯re angry, aren¡¯t you? I didn¡¯t mean to interfere, it¡¯s just that with people like this, knowing your nature, you won¡¯t say much to him upfront. If you keep retreating, he will push his boundaries, so¡¡±
¡°Thank you.¡±
Sylvan Cheney interrupted Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine seemed startled, turning her head towards him in disbelief.
Her eyes were filled with surprise.
She thought Sylvan Cheney would say ¡°These are things you shouldn¡¯t meddle in¡±.
But she was wrong.
Sylvan Cheney pulled a faint smile, raising a hand to gently touch her head, saying again, ¡°Thank you.¡±
He understood her intentions.
She knew he hated quarreling with people, and had to bear loss when faced with shameless, thick-skinned individuals.
Especially, when this person holds the so-called ¡°father¡± status.
So, she took on the role of the viin.
Jasmine was stunned for quite a while.
Was he really thanking her?
¡°Don¡¯t thank me, I just did what I thought was right.¡± Jasmine diverted her gaze, looking out the window.
If he felt it was right, nothing could be better.
If it wasn¡¯t, she would take it as being too presumptuous.
After all, this might be thest thing she does for him.
She isn¡¯t highly skilled; she can only do so much.
These past few days, she didn¡¯t go anywhere, but thought a lot.
Sylvan Cheney has never done anything wrong to her; him not loving her wasn¡¯t his fault.
¡°Jasy, when you go out next time, tell me.¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s voice was gentle, a hint of worry concealed in his eyebrows.
¡°I saw you were sleeping well and didn¡¯t want to wake you.¡±
¡°Not allowed next time.¡± He was treating her like a young girl.
Jasmine remained silent, there probably would be no next time.
¡°Did I drink a lot of alcohol yesterday?¡± His brows slightly knitted together.
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°Did I babble about anything?¡±
¡°No, you can hold your liquor very well. You never blurt out nonsense.¡± She was telling the truth.
She sometimes wondered if this man maintains an infinite alertness even when drunk.
¡°Did I scare you?¡±
¡°No.¡± Jasmine shook her head.
Besides cuddling her the entire night, there weren¡¯t any overly drastic actions.
¡°Jasy,¡± He turned to look at her helplessly, ¡°you¡¯ve be distant to me.¡±
Her tone and attitude were different from before.
¡°I¡¯m not the Jasy from before.¡±
Jasmine rested her head, her gaze flitting past the window with a lost look in her eyes.
There was a trace of bleakness in her gaze.
Like the fallen leaves outside the window, a hint of sorrow always lingered.
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s grip on the steering wheel paused momentarily.
¡°Your father is indeed despicable and shameless.¡± She switched topics.
¡°Don¡¯t mention him.¡± Sylvan Cheney frowned.
¡°Oh.¡±
¡°Let¡¯s grab some breakfast, you must be hungry.¡±
¡°A little.¡± Jasmine agreed.
The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat cold.
Their conversation, short and in, felt like two people who didn¡¯t know each other well, their interaction marked by a profound sense of estrangement.
This estrangement irritated Sylvan Cheney.
¡°Chale got the first ce in the middle school exam. He said you once promised him that you would grant him a wish.¡± Sylvan Cheney said.
Jasmine was taken aback.
She remembered it.
¡°Does he have any wishes?¡± Holding her head, Jasmine inquired.
Chapter 471: 471: Give Me a Little More Time
Chapter 471: Give Me a Little More Time
She could not offer much to satisfy a child.
But given that she made a promise, she must fulfill it.
¡°He didn¡¯t say.¡±
¡°Then, should I knit him a scarf? It¡¯s getting quite cold during the winter, and this is all I can do.¡± said Jasmine Yale.
She had learned how to knit years ago just to please Sylvan Cheney.
¡°What about mine?¡±
¡°Pardon me?¡± Jasmine was puzzled, and she furrowed her brows.
¡°Either don¡¯t knit at all, or both father and son must have one.¡±
Jasmine was helplessly listening to Sylvan¡¯s domineering tone.
She did not quite understand Sylvan¡¯s logic.
Why would he need one if Chale has one? Could it be that he was jealous of his own son?
Besides, it was just a scarf, he could easily afford one.
¡°All right then.¡± Jasmine sighed, feeling troubled.
¡°Mmm.¡± Sylvan seemed satisfied.
¡°Mr. Cheney, is it possible to void the adoption agreement we signed previously?¡± Jasmine asked.
She had spent a long time contemting before speaking up to Sylvan.
Moreover, she had signed the agreement without fullprehension at the time.
¡°If you don¡¯t want to be responsible for Chale, I can¡¯t do anything about it. You don¡¯t need to terminate it. Just don¡¯t see him in the future, I won¡¯t force you.¡±
Sylvan was moreposed than Jasmine had anticipated.
¡°That¡¯s not what I meant.¡± Jasmine tried to exin.
But, the more she tried to exin, the more chaotic it got, better leave it unexined. He was smart, he should understand her point.
Never mind, Jasmine chose to stay silent rather than argue.
Many things, many feelings, if they could be rified in a few words, there wouldn¡¯t be so many mistakes and regrets in this world.
¡°I deliberately avoided Chale some time ago when I was in Sinkapore, could you apologize on my behalf?¡± Jasmine asked.
¡°He won¡¯t remember.¡±
¡°Why?¡± Jasmine felt that Chale should remember that incident.
¡°Because when he likes someone, he only remembers the good about them.¡±
His words left Jasmine feeling quite guilty.
The world of a child is too innocent.
If only things could stay as simple as they were during childhood¡
Jasmine lost herself as she watched the world beyond the window.
Soon, Sylvan arrived at a tea house with Jasmine in his car.
The car stopped in therge courtyard, he took her hand and led her upstairs.
Every time he held her hand, she felt somewhat disoriented.
It brought her back to when she was eight years old, when Sylvan led her home in the same way.
That feeling was impossible to forget.
Perhaps this would be thest time she reminisces these memories. So she didn¡¯t refuse Sylvan and let him lead her up the stairs.
¡°What would you like to drink?¡±
Sylvan removed his scarf and gloves, hung up her scarf, and pulled out a chair for her.
¡°I¡¯d like some tea.¡±
¡°Hmm? I recall that you don¡¯t like tea.¡±
¡°People change, don¡¯t they?¡±
¡°Hmm.¡± Sylvan ordered a pot of Dragon Well tea and some dim sum for her.
Jasmine watched as Sylvan skilfully ordered food, all her favorites. She felt increasingly disoriented.
If Sylvan had not gotten engaged to Ynda Fern, had not had a child with another woman¡
This situation would indeed make her feel deluded.
The illusion was that he liked her.
However, illusions will always be illusions.
For those twelve years, he was equally good to her, spoiling her, and pampering her.
His kindness gave her the illusion that if she confessed her feelings to him, he would surely agree.
But now, he was merelypensating her the best he could.
¡°Give me some more time.¡±
Caught in her reverie, Jasmine was suddenly interrupted by Sylvan¡¯s bitter words.
His voice was so faint, like a gentle breeze.
Jasmine raised her head in surprise.
Chapter 472: 472: How Long Have You Been Married?
Chapter 472: How Long Have You Been Married?
Yet, Sylvan Cheney was busy perusing the menu, a wisp of concern showing on his forehead.
Jasmine Yale wasn¡¯t sure if she¡¯d heard wrong.
¡°Mr. Cheney, what a coincidence.¡±
At that moment, a low, sexy male voice rang out near the stairway.
Jasmine Yale turned her head, only to see a tall, handsome man walking towards her.
This man was quite handsome, exuding an elegant yet charismatic air, with an aristocratic aura framing his eyes and brows.
Next to him was a woman who was equally beautiful, with long hair and willowy eyebrows, both delicate and gentle-looking.
The woman, d in a long white coat, looped her arm through the man¡¯s, a slight smile ying on her lips.
Sylvan Cheney looked up.
¡°Zaiden? Here for breakfast?¡±
¡°Hmm.¡± Zaiden Santos nodded slightly, then turned to Jasmine Yale. ¡°And this is¡?¡±
He did not know Jasmine Yale, noticing though that she was young and pretty.
Zaiden Santos was still taken aback, for all these years, he had not seen Sylvan Cheney dine with many women in daily life.
Ynda Fern being one of them.
Before Sylvan Cheney could speak, Jasmine Yale took the initiative, ¡°I¡¯m a friend of Mr. Cheney, Jasmine Yale.¡±
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s pen-holding hand paused slightly, with a helpless look on his face.
¡°Hello.¡± Zaiden Santos greeted Jasmine Yale, ¡°I¡¯m also a friend of Mr. Cheney, Zaiden Santos.¡±
¡°Hello.¡± Jasmine Yale greeted back with a warm smile, ¡°And this is¡?¡±
Jasmine Yale looked towards the beautiful woman.
¡°My wife, Ann Nn.¡± Zaiden Santos introduced Jasmine Yale to his wife with a smile.
Ann Nn smiled slightly, ¡°Hello, Mr. Cheney, Miss Yale.¡±
Jasmine Yale nced enviously at Zaiden Santos and Ann Nn. They were a perfect match, both beautiful and talented.
The two of them stood together as if they were a match made in heaven.
He, gentle and handsome, and she, elegant and sophisticated.
¡°Sit.¡± Sylvan Cheney gestured to the seats next to him, ¡°Join us.¡±
¡°Okay.¡±
Zaiden Santos sat next to Sylvan Cheney, and Jasmine Yale sat with Ann Nn on the other side.
The two men took care of ordering while Jasmine Yale chatted casually with Ann Nn.
¡°What do you do for a living, Miss Yale?¡±
¡°I¡¯m currently a news editor.¡± Jasmine Yale replied with a smile, ¡°What about you?¡±
She found Ann Nn to be quite likable.
¡°I work as a trantor for apany.¡± Ann Nn answered.
Jasmine Yale liked such independent women a lot. Although Zaiden Santos seemed affluent, Ann Nn still chose to work.
¡°How long have you been married?¡± Jasmine Yale asked curiously.
¡°Not long, half a year.¡± Ann Nn responded with a smile.
Jasmine Yale was quite envious.
Zaiden Santos poured Ann Nn a cup of hot tea, with tender words, ¡°You should drink some hot water, your hands are somewhat cold.¡±
Ann Nn nodded, clutching the teacup.
Jasmine Yale felt even more envious.
Zaiden Santos was really good to Ann Nn, a caring man was scarce these days.
Soon, the waiter brought over the breakfast they had ordered.
Quite rich.
There was milk, green tea, buns, pastries, porridge¡ filling up the entire table.
¡°Let me pour it for you.¡± Sylvan Cheney reached for Jasmine Yale¡¯s bowl.
¡°I can do it myself.¡± Jasmine Yale quickly retook her bowl.
The truth was, she didn¡¯t want to give Zaiden Santos and Ann Nn the wrong impression.
Zaiden Santos just chuckled and teased, ¡°Miss Yale, it¡¯s rare for Mr. Cheney to offer his help, you should let him have the bowl.¡±
After that, Jasmine Yale felt she was the one in the wrong.
Taking advantage of her momentary stupor, Sylvan Cheney snatched the bowl back from her and served her half a bowl of red bean porridge.
Zaiden Santos also attentively served Ann Nn some porridge and grabbed some pastries.
Ann Nn looked at Zaiden Santos with a gentle smile, their eyes full of warmth for each other.
Chapter 473: 473: Obviously... You Want Me to Sleep with You
Chapter 473: Obviously¡ You Want Me to Sleep with You
The breakfast was quite harmonious.
Because Zaiden Santos and Ann Nn were present, the interactions between Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney were somewhat simpler.
The two men chatted, and so did the two women.
The atmosphere was quite soft.
It was around eight-thirty when Zaiden Santos stood up, ¡°Mr. Cheney, Miss Yale, I¡¯m dropping Ann off at work, you two stick around.¡±
Ann picked up her purse and also stood up.
¡°Jasmine, catch up soon. I¡¯m heading to the office.¡±
¡°Alright, take care, see you when you¡¯re free.¡± Jasmine waved at her happily.
Ann, arm in arm with Zaiden Santos, they together descended the staircase.
Zaiden Santos¡¯s Bentley was parked in the teahouse courtyard.
Zaiden Santos opened the rear door for Ann like a gentleman as soon as they descended.
After Ann got in, he followed suit.
However, all the tenderness from just now vanished in an instant, reced by indifference and aloofness.
¡°Let go.¡±
He looked straight ahead, his eyes cold and voice low.
Ann¡¯s hand trembled and let go of his arm.
She lowered her head slightly, her hands rubbing the straps of the handbag, her eyes filled with confusion.
Like a startled deer, her eyes lost their gleam.
¡°Elder Connor, drive!¡± Zaiden Santosmanded coldly.
¡°Yes, sir.¡±
The driver started the car and slowly drove out of the teahouse.
The distance between Zaiden Santos and Ann Nn wasn¡¯t too close nor distant, but itcked the intimacy from before.
¡°Ann, I won¡¯t be returning home tonight.¡±
¡°Oh.¡± Ann responded as if she was used to it, without saying too much.
¡°Do you hope that I¡¯d go back, or not?¡±
Zaiden Santos suddenly became intrigued and cackled maliciously, his gaze fell on her face.
He slightly leaned back in his seat, his figure erect and slender.
Every move of his oozed an aristocratic aura, elegant and gentle.
Ann didn¡¯t know why he asked this, and looked at him by raising her eyes.
¡°I don¡¯t mind either way.¡±
Ann¡¯s response was very nd, like her personality, unworldly and indifferent towards everything
Even her facial expressions were impassive.
Not exactly like the smiling andposed Ann seen in the teahouse.
But it was this indifference of hers that irritated Zaiden Santos.
He stretched out his hand, his long and fair fingers lifted her chin: ¡°I always find your hypocrisy too hard to stomach, even though you clearly¡ crave for me in your bed.¡±
Only then did Ann¡¯s eyes flinch.
But after just a few seconds, that special gleam dimmed down and returned to normality.
She remained silent.
She had already gotten used to Zaiden Santos¡¯s tone.
She knew he never had any affection for her.
¡°Why aren¡¯t you speaking?¡± Zaiden Santos felt somewhat annoyed.
¡°What should I say?¡± Ann blinked her eyes, looking lost.
Perhaps, Zaiden Santos and she really had nothing inmon to talk about; whenever they were alone, they usually ran out of things to say.
In fact, their intimate encounters far outnumbered their conversations.
Zaiden Santos sneered, ¡°Ann, you¡¯re not this cold in bed.¡±
Ann¡¯s face flushed a little, she looked uneasy.
She hadn¡¯t expected Zaiden Santos to say such a thing.
She pushed his hand away, closed her eyes, and rested her head: ¡°I¡¯m going to have a nap.¡±
She was a bit tired; every time she portrayed being a loving wife to him in front of others, it exhausted her.
Ann genuinely remained silent after that.
However, Zaiden Santos seemed a little impatient. He gave her a displeased look; his gaze swept over her fair, oval face.
The car was speeding; the outside view was rapidly moving past, just like a zoetrope.
Chapter 474: 474: There Are Many Ways a Man Can Be Good to a Woman
Chapter 474: There Are Many Ways a Man Can Be Good to a Woman
Inside the tea house, Jasmine Yale slowly set about eating another piece of purple rice cake.
She was still not full.
Sylvan Cheney had already eaten, he lit a cigarette and leanedzily against his seat, watching her.
Light filtered through the window pane, casting a soft glow onto Jasmine¡¯s cheeks.
She looked well today.
Sylvan squinted slightly, doing nothing but smoking and watching her.
As Jasmine continued eating, she felt a gaze on her.
She looked up, it was Sylvan Cheney.
She wiped the corner of her mouth, put down the cake in her hand: ¡°I know I¡¯m eating a lot.¡±
She was rather hungry, even now, she was not full.
But Sylvan was looking at her as if she was some strange creature.
Was it just because she ate too much?
Perhaps, delicatedies wouldn¡¯t eat like her.
She didn¡¯t use to eat like this, at least not in front of him.
Sometimes, even though she was very hungry, she would stop eating once he put down his chopsticks, just to avoid seeming like a glutton in his eyes.
The words ¡°girl¡± and ¡°glutton¡± together didn¡¯t present a particrly charming image.>
¡°If you¡¯re hungry, eat. What¡¯s there to be embarrassed about in front of me?¡± Sylvan quirked an eyebrow.
Sunlight fell on his grey sweater, making this man seem even more attractive and elegant.
His every gesture and movement was that of a sessful individual.
Jasmine, inparison, was just an ordinary girl, the type you wouldn¡¯t even spare a second nce walking down the street.
She stopped eating, sitting up straight.
Sylvan knew she wasn¡¯t full.
He reached out and peeled a tea egg for her.
This man was so elegant and gentle, even his way of peeling eggs was mesmerizing.
¡°Here.¡± He handed it over to her.
Jasmine hesitated: ¡°I¡¯m dieting.¡±
¡°Dieting what? You¡¯re already so thin.¡± Sylvan expressed his dissatisfaction.
Unable to resist her hunger, coupled with the egg being delicious, Jasmine reached out and took it.
¡°Hmm.¡± Sylvan¡¯s lips curved upward, his eyes full of joy.
In the past, Jasmine was always conscious of her image in front of him, always afraid that he¡¯d be disgusted.
Now, it didn¡¯t matter anymore.
When you¡¯re in love, you¡¯re always cautious, always wishing to present your best side.
She was no different than millions of other girls.
Sylvan continued to smoke, all the while keeping his eyes on her.
In his eyes, there was boundless indulgence.
¡°Jasy, what do you think about Zaiden Santos and Ann Nn?¡± Sylvan suddenly asked, a sharp gleam in his eyes.
After some thought, Jasmine said, ¡°They¡¯re great. They seem to have a happy marriage. They¡¯re really well-matched, Mr. Santos is very loving towards Miss Nn.¡±
Sylvan chuckled softly.
Jasmine looked puzzled. Did she say something wrong?
¡°Jasy, there are many ways a man can treat a woman well.¡± Sylvanughed.
¡°And Mr. Santos towards Miss Nn¡¡±
¡°Zaiden Santos does not love Ann Nn, his kindness towards her is nothing but a charade.¡± Sylvan narrowed his eyes.
Jasmine looked stunned.
A charade?
But they seemed¡ so in love.
Was it all fake?
Jasmine felt a strange taste in her heart, she liked Ann a lot.
Marrying a man who doesn¡¯t love you, wouldn¡¯t that be painful?
Jasmine didn¡¯t want to think about it anymore, the world of men could beplicated. It was difficult for a girl to understand.
If she couldn¡¯t understand, why force herself?
If there are many ways a man can treat a woman well, then what about Sylvan Cheney to her? Which one was it?
Chapter 475: 475: Kissed Her on the Side of Her Face
Chapter 475: Kissed Her on the Side of Her Face
She didn¡¯t want to dwell on it too much, so she quietly ate her breakfast and drank her tea.
Actually, what she was doing more than anything was passing the time.
She nced at the wall clock: ¡°Mr. Cheney, aren¡¯t you going to work?¡±
¡°I¡¯m taking you to Maple Mountain.¡± Sylvan Cheney took a puff of smoke, ¡°The snowyndscape there is very beautiful, and ording to the weather forecast, it will snow in the afternoon.¡±
Jasmine Yale frowned in confusion.
Will it snow in the afternoon? She thought she heard that the snow had already stopped.
However, it looked gloomy outside the window, so maybe the weather forecast was ineffective.
But, even though she loved watching the snow, she didn¡¯t want to go with Sylvan Cheney.
She took a sip of her tea and shook her head: ¡°I¡¯m not going.¡±
¡°Why?¡± Sylvan Cheney furrowed his brow, he did not expect Jasmine Yale to decline, ¡°Don¡¯t you love it?¡±
¡°The weather is cold, I want to stay in.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t think you can get rid of me with that excuse.¡± Sylvan Cheney narrowed his eyes.
¡°I have my period, I¡¯d rather not move.¡±
¡°You¡¯re trying to fob me off.¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s eyes flickered.
She was trying to fob him off, genuinely trying to fob him off.
When did she learn to fob people off?
Jasmine Yale did not respond to that. She slowly drank her tea, without any desire to go out.
She didn¡¯t want hispensation.
Besides, he had a fianc¨¦e now. She did not want to put herself in the spotlight.
Moreover, her time with him would not be long now¡
¡°I can wait.¡± Sylvan stated.
He saw that she was deliberately dragging her feet.
¡°You don¡¯t have to do this, seriously.¡± Jasmine Yale looked up, ¡°You said my baby¡¯s matter had nothing to do with you. I have forgiven you already. In fact, I was the one at fault. Three years ago, I shouldn¡¯t have done what I did.¡±
Talking about this, she dropped her head again.
A reserved, quiet girl wouldn¡¯t do such a thing.
If she hadn¡¯t been drunk, she wouldn¡¯t have clung to Sylvan Cheney.
If she hadn¡¯t clung to him, there wouldn¡¯t have been a baby.
Without the baby, there wouldn¡¯t have been all theseplications.
¡°Which did you not want to do?¡± Sylvan Cheney raised an eyebrow.
His gaze fixed directly on her face, burning her like fierce mes.
That matter, Jasmine Yale could never voice.
She said no more.
Sylvan no longer pressured her, lightly stating: ¡°Let¡¯s go, to Maple Mountain.¡±
He extinguished his cigarette and stood up.
He took Jasmine Yale¡¯s scarf from the clothes rack, moved behind her, and tied it for her.
Jasmine, having no other choice, got up.
His hand suddenly rested on her abdomen, giving it a gentle rub: ¡°Does your stomach still hurt?¡±
Jasmine Yale flustered, replied: ¡°It doesn¡¯t hurt.¡±
¡°That¡¯s good.¡±
He rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbed it a little, kissed her on the cheek, then took her hand and walked downstairs.
Jasmine Yale¡¯s heartbeat skipped a beat.
An indescribable feeling was spreading, like waterweed, tightly entwining her.
It was a long way from the city to Maple Mountain on the outskirts, about a two-hour drive.
Considering the snowy weather and slippery roads, Sylvan Cheney drove slowly.
Jasmine Yale sat in the passenger seat, silently watching the snow scenery outside the window.
The entire journey was beautiful, everything was covered in a white nket of snow.
The farther they got from civilization, the more beautiful it got.
Ice hung sparsely from the tree branches, deste and lonely.
It was very cold outside the car, but very warm inside.
Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t feel cold. She held a thermos cup containing brown sugar tea that Sylvan Cheney had prepared for her.
The brown sugar tea was not too sweet, nor too nd, just right.
It was a taste she had grown to love since she was a child.
¡°Mr. Cheney, you didn¡¯t have to apany me.¡± Jasmine Yale felt a bit uneasy.
Chapter 476: 476: Falling Snow, Street Lights, Sylvan Cheney
Chapter 476: Falling Snow, Street Lights, Sylvan Cheney
¡°Then who do you want to apany you?¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s hands rested on the steering wheel, his tone rather displeased.
Jasmine Yale was suddenly speechless.
Unable to converse with him, Jasmine chose to stay silent.
Throughout the journey, Sylvan Cheney muted his phone, not answering a single call.
Outside, the sky was gloomy, and the wind was rather strong.
¡°Jasy, do you remember thest time I apanied you to see the snow?¡±
Sylvan Cheney started the conversation when Jasmine remained silent.
Previously, whenever the two of them were together, it was always Jasmine who did most of the talking, while he mostly listened.
But now, Jasmine no longer felt like talking much.
Over the past three years, he wasn¡¯t sure who had changed, him or her.
Time always carves everything into another shape.
¡°When was it¡¡± Jasmine murmured, thought about it, then shook her head, ¡°I can¡¯t remember.¡±
She was even toozy to think about it.
¡°When you were seventeen, during winter, at nine o¡¯clock in the evening after your self-studies.¡±
Jasmine was taken aback. Did he really remember that clearly?
She pondered over it and confirmed it was indeed so.
That night, the wind was strong, and a snowstorm arrived without warning.
After finishing her night studies, she stood alone at the school entrance waiting for the driver from Cheney residence.
The snow unexpectedly fell.
It was a deluge, resembling willow fluff, like white salt.
Within a short time, the ground looked like it was covered in a sheet of white paper. The grass, the treetops, and the buildings¡ all turned white.
Jasmine hid under the eaves of the porter¡¯s room.
The driver from the Cheney residence didn¡¯t appear.
Just when she was about to walk home, a ck Rolls-Royce finally pulled over.
To her surprise, Sylvan Cheney was there too.
Under the dim street light, the snowfall painted a beautiful silhouette fitting of a fairy tale.
Sylvan Cheney, dressed in a ck overcoat, got out of the car, holding a ck umbre in his hand.
His fingers were long, with distinct knuckles. Holding the umbre, they looked absolutely striking.
Jasmine stood not far away, watching him, staring so intently that she forgot to even blink.
The falling snow, the street light, and Sylvan Cheney.
The light cast a shadow on the ground as he walked steadily towards her.
¡°Did you wait too long? The driver went to pick me up, sorry.¡± He apologized to her.
As his usual habit, he pat her on the head.
Jasmine hid under his tall figure, looking up at him.
This man, he was exceptionally handsome.
Everything about him, was charmingly elegant.
Sylvan Cheney hooks his lip corner, tilting the umbre a bit toward her.
She hid under the umbre, hidden beneath the broad expanse of his chest.
He held the umbre with one hand, and her with the other.
¡°Weren¡¯t you on a business trip?¡± She blinked and asked.
¡°Yes, I just got back to Landon.¡±
Her heart fluttered uncontrobly. At seventeen, she was already in love with him.
She was so close to him, close enough to smell his unique Agarwood fragrance, tranquil and bnced.
Being next to him gave her a special sense of safety.
The teenage girl¡¯s love bloomed quietly in the snowfall.
Walking side by side with the one she loved, even for a moment, was enough for her.
There was a distance from the porter¡¯s room to the Rolls-Royce.
At that moment, she wished the distance could be further.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Sylvan Cheney spoke, his deep voice incredibly rich in the snowy night.
¡°Walk home?¡±
In an instant, Jasmine almost blurted out, ¡°Okay!¡±
But after saying that, she awkwardly scratched her head.
He just came back from a business trip, he must be tired.
Chapter 477: 477: The Same Time Next Year
Chapter 477: The Same Time Next Year
Apanying her like this made her seem too willful.
She quickly suggested, ¡°Our home is quite far, we should drive.¡±
With the wind howling outside, Sylvan Cheney agreed feeling it was cold, ¡°Let¡¯s head towards the silk tree ahead.¡±
¡°Alright,¡± Jasmine Yale immediately agreed.
The distance was neither great nor small.
Back then, Jasmine wished the road would have no end.
She stayed by his side, and he held her waist.
Everything was simple, yet her heart was throbbing, the young girl¡¯s heart silently blooming.
She really loved that peaceful stability, on snowy nights, him holding an umbre, her leaning on him.
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Seeing her lost in thought, Sylvan Cheney knew she was reminiscing.
¡°Jasy, you were more obedient back then than you are now,¡± Sylvan¡¯s lips curved into a smile.
¡°I was young, and knew nothing back then,¡± Jasmine Yale said, ¡°Don¡¯t take it to heart if I did anything wrong.¡±
¡°With me around, you can afford to forever be naive.¡±
Being too understanding isn¡¯t always a good thing.
Only a willful, crying child will get a candy, and he, he was willing to let her act coquettishly.
He indulged her, gave her all the privilege.
Only for her.
Jasmine Yale again fell silent.
She too wanted to be carefree.
They chit-chatted intermittently, the atmosphere was cold, colder than the weather outside.
Most of the time, it was Sylvan Cheney doing the talking.
Sylvan Cheney was never a person who could keep up a conversation.
Those twelve years, she never stopped talking, and he just listened.
Some things have changed.
These changes irritated Sylvan Cheney.
¡°Jasy, Landon has snow every year, this time next year, I¡¯ll bring you to Maple Mountain again,¡± Sylvan Cheney said.
Jasmine Yale was in a daze.
Next year?
Every year flowers look the same, people change year by year.
Next year¡ she might not be by his side anymore.
Unwilling?¡± He looked over at her.
¡°Alright,¡± she agreed.
The most worthless thing in this world¡ might just be promises, this word ¡°alright¡±, she might not be able to live up to it.
Hearing her agree, Sylvan Cheney was very content, a certain gleam in his eyes.
Sylvan Cheney freed a hand, softly touching her head, ¡°You didn¡¯t sleep wellst night, right? Why don¡¯t you take a nap, I¡¯ll wake you up when we arrive.¡±
¡°I didn¡¯t sleep very well,¡± Jasmine Yale admitted with a smile.
Sylvan Cheney kept holding her, pressing against her, causing her arm to still feel sore.
¡°Sleep, ok?¡±
Jasmine Yale nodded, found afortable position, and closed her eyes.
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s car steadily advanced, though the snow was thick, it was a smooth journey onward.
The snow scenery on the road was very beautiful, like an ink wash painting, simple yet rhythmic.
By the time they reached Maple Mountain, it was already past ten in the morning.
Maple Mountain wasn¡¯t high, it got its name because maple trees filled the mountain.
This ce was beautiful all year round, especially in autumn.
The car came to a stop.
Jasmine Yale was still asleep, her head resting, in a daze.
The temperature inside the car made her cheeks flush.
Sylvan Cheney reached out, long fingers gently tracing her face, he leaned over, and kissed her delicate lips.
Jasmine Yale was awakened by the kiss, slightly startled.
¡°Are we there?¡±
¡°Hmm.¡±
A certain person casually moved away from her lips, acting as if nothing had happened.
¡°Is it very cold outside? I can¡¯t bear the cold,¡± Jasmine Yale blinked.
She nced outside the window, this glimmering world, was so beautiful.
An expanse of ice and snow everywhere.
¡°No,¡± Sylvan Cheney wrapped her with the coat he had prepared earlier.
Chapter 478: 478: Ive Bought This Maple Mountain
Chapter 478: I¡¯ve Bought This Maple Mountain
The moment they stepped outside, it started to snow.
At first there were only a few kes, but gradually, it became heavier.
Sylvan Cheney opened an umbre and wrapped an arm around Jasmine Yale¡¯s waist.
One tall, one short, they walked along the path leading to Maple Mountain¡
Jasmine was very close to Sylvan, a feeling¡ like she was back to the time when she was seventeen.
She tightened her coat but didn¡¯t feel cold.
Being taller, he blocked most of the wind and snow for her.
Sylvan¡¯s umbre was tilted towards her quite a lot, with snowkes falling on his shoulders.
The clouds were dark, and the sky was dim.
Snowkes kept falling from the sky, covering the ground gracefully.
Sylvan followed Jasmine¡¯s pace, walking very slowly, they kept moving uphill along the path.
¡°Beyond this path is a viewing tform. I had it made into a panoramic ss view. You can watch the snow without feeling cold, it¡¯s warm in winter and cool in summer,¡± Sylvan exined as they walked.
¡°You had someone specially make it?¡± Jasmine was surprised.
She remembered that it wasn¡¯t there before.
¡°Yes.¡±
¡°How much did it cost?¡± Jasmine couldn¡¯t believe it.
Sylvan held her hand andughed, ¡°Why don¡¯t you ask how much effort I put into it? Huh?¡±
Jasmine fell silent.
The construction of a ss tform on the mountain, it was obvious that it took a lot of effort.
¡°Come whenever you want. I¡¯ve bought this Maple Mountain.¡±
Jasmine was again amazed, looking at him incredulously.
¡°You¡ you bought it?¡±
¡°Is there a problem?¡±
¡°Why? Are you nning a project here?¡± Jasmine was stunned.
Besides its scenic beauty, this mountain didn¡¯t seem to offer much value for any other use.
It was far from the city, with sparse human poption and surrounded by green trees and farnd.
Perhaps her view was too limited to see its value.
¡°Enjoy the scenery, take a vacation, doesn¡¯t it sound good?¡± Sylvan looked down at her and raised his eyebrow slightly.
¡°¡¡± Jasmine was really at a loss for words.
Is it recklessly squandering money?
¡°I n to build a vi there. What do you think?¡± Sylvan pointed out at a certain distance.
¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Jasmine couldn¡¯t help him make that decision.
This was far beyond her imagination.
And she wouldn¡¯te here in the future.
¡°Let my designer show you the blueprints in a while, you pick a style you like, and the interior design too.¡±
¡°Don¡¯t pick for me, I don¡¯t know.¡± Jasmine hurriedly refused.
His intention was quite clear, he waspensating her, but she didn¡¯t want to ept it.
Sylvan stopped asking her. He would send over the blueprints whether she agreed or not.
¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±
With an arm around her waist, Sylvan pulled her closer to him.
Jasmine was like a obedient little cat, nestling against Sylvan.
This man was too dominant, every move didn¡¯t allow her to refuse.
Jasmine didn¡¯t resist him, after all¡she wouldn¡¯t spend much longer with him.
The snow on the path had clearly been cleared, forming a smooth road.
They slowly went uphill following this road.
¡°Cold?¡± Sylvan asked again.
¡°No.¡±
¡°Hmm.¡±
Her hand was really warm, he held her with one hand and held the umbre with the other.
¡°Aren¡¯t you busytely?¡± Jasmine couldn¡¯t help asking.
¡°Not busy.¡±
¡°Then it¡¯s not right for you to apany me.¡±
She wanted to mention ¡°Ynda Fern¡±, but since he would not allow her, so she stopped.
¡°How is it not right? To me, at least it¡¯s the most important thing right now.¡±
¡°I won¡¯t run.¡± Jasmine sighed in resignation.
Chapter 479: 479: Standing Side by Side
Chapter 479: Standing Side by Side
She couldn¡¯t escape from under his watchful eyes.
Thest time she had a narrow escape to Sinkapore, it was because he had to leave the country and Joe Heath had helped.
Now, she couldn¡¯t escape even if she wanted to.
He really didn¡¯t need to watch her like this.
¡°Let¡¯s not talk about it.¡± Sylvan Cheney¡¯s tone softened, ¡°Let¡¯s go, we¡¯re almost at the suspension bridge.¡±
Sylvan Cheney led her step by step forward.
Jasmine Yale looked up at the path ahead, the snowkes dancing in the ceaseless gusts of cold wind.
All of this carried the distinctive vor of Landon.
¡°Walk slowly, be careful not to slip.¡± Sylvan Cheney admonished continuously.
¡°Okay.¡±
Jasmine Yale walked very slowly, watching the swirling snowkes and the beautiful mountain scenery.
All of this was like a subtly rendered ink painting, catching the viewer¡¯s eye.
A snowkended on her face, it was cold, lively like a little elf.
She stretched out her hand, big kes of white snow fell into her palm.
Sheughed.
¡°It¡¯s so beautiful.¡± Jasmine Yale couldn¡¯t help but exim.
Sylvan Cheney grabbed her hand, ¡°It¡¯s cold outside, put your hands back.¡±
¡°It¡¯s not cold, let me touch it.¡±
¡°You¡¯ll catch a cold.¡±
¡°You¡¯re overreacting, I¡¯m not cold, really, I¡¯m not.¡± Jasmine Yale started to get excited.
Her mood suddenly became cheerful.
She slipped her hand out of Sylvan¡¯s while he was distracted and started to run forward.
She wanted to y in the snow for a while.
The white snow fell on her hair, her face, her shoulders¡ She lightly flicked the snowkes off the tree branches with her fingers.
Sylvan followed behind, not objecting, allowing her to y for a while.
Watching Jasmine frolicking in the snow, his eyes curved upward, gleaming with lights.
Jasmine found her coat too thick and cumbersome. She was going to take it off.
Sensing her intention, Sylvan approached and held her hand, ¡°Don¡¯t take it off.¡±
He moved the umbre back over her head, sheltering her from the snow.
¡°It¡¯s hot.¡± She looked up at him pleadingly.
¡°No, we¡¯re going to the suspension bridge, it¡¯s cold outside.¡±
Sylvan adjusted her clothes for her and led the reluctant Jasmine, who kept looking back, away.
The ss-covered suspension bridge was a good ce to enjoy the snowy scenery.
Sylvan folded his umbre and led her, stepping forward.
¡°Jasy, grow your hair long.¡± He sighed, looking at her.
¡°Why?¡± She looked at him puzzled.
¡°You will look even more beautiful.¡± His hand gently stroked her hair.
That Jasmine would be his Jasmine. Now, she was too far from him.
Jasmine shook her head, ¡°No, I like it this way.¡±
Sylvan felt helpless. But no matter what, she didn¡¯t listen to him anymore.
The obedient and well-behaved Jasmine of the past was nowhere to be found. In those times, even when she got into a little trouble, she would behave well as long as he gave her a few words of reprimand.
There was no snow in the suspension bridge, and Jasmine walked step by step forward.
Through the transparent ss, she could see the extreme beauty outside.
The snow was falling heavily, and the sky and earth seemed boundless.
She walked up the suspension bridge until she reached the top of the mountain.
She stood under a pine tree, looking down, taking in all the scenery.
The mountains were vast, and the snow was falling heavily.
The two of them, standing shoulder to shoulder, seemed like the only two people in the world.
¡°Mr. Cheney, you have good taste, this ce is beautiful.¡± Jasmine Yale looked down the mountain.
¡°The best time my eyesight ever was, was fifteen years ago.¡± Sylvan Cheney suddenly curved his lips.
A clean, elegant, and gentle smile spread across his lips.
¡°Hmm?¡±
¡°When I met you.¡±
Chapter 480: 480: Hooking His Neck with One Hand
Chapter 480: Hooking His Neck with One Hand
Sylvan Cheney and Jasmine Yale walked a long while on Maple Mountain.
Jasmine was lost in the enchanting scenery and didn¡¯t feel tired at all.
It was truly beautiful.
¡°Do you want to see more? If you do, I can have lunch brought over,¡± Sylvan asked for her thoughts.
Jasmine shook her head: ¡°Let¡¯s go back. I want to return to my rental.¡±
She hadn¡¯t been back to that little cottage in a long time.
It was unclear when Peyenne would be able to return.
The ce was lonely and deserted.
¡°Don¡¯t go back there. I bought you an apartment in the city centre. It¡¯s convenient to go anywhere,¡± Sylvan proposed.
¡°I don¡¯t want it.¡± She shook her head again.
She truly did not want anything from Sylvan Cheney.
She did not want hispensations.
If she wanted an apartment, she could save up for it herself.
Though it would take many years, it gave her a sense of security.
¡°You reject everything I offer; are you trying to cut all ties with me? Hmm? ept what I give you.¡± Sylvan¡¯s face darkened with displeasure.
¡°I can buy my own house, I used to earn quite a lot in Singapore. I¡¯ll save up slowly and eventually buy a house,¡± Jasmine replied, her eyes wide.
¡°Buy it yourself? Fine, buy it yourself,¡± Sylvan retorted angrily, his face soured.
He knew this girl was stubborn.
But he hadn¡¯t expected her to reject everything he offered.
It wasn¡¯t just the house, but the bracelet he had gifted her before as well.
In those twelve years, she rarely ever asked him for anything. Even buying a box of candy needed much consideration.
He had said that he would give her anything she wanted.
But she never asked him for anything.
The feeling was far from pleasant.
What use was it for him to earn all that money?
Jasmine Yale was unclear about why he was angry, and casually said, ¡°I find girls like Ann Nn quite good, she¡¯s from a well-off family, she is beautiful, and still works hard.¡±
¡°That¡¯s because Zaiden Santos would leave her one day!¡± replied Sylvan sharply.
Jasmine was taken aback.
¡°Why? Then why did they decide to get married in the first ce? Mr. Cheney, your friend is quite despicable,¡± Jasmineined, infuriated.
Birds of a feather, flock together?
¡°You and Ann Nn are close?¡±
¡°No.¡±
¡°If not, what does Ann have to do with you?¡± Sylvan was visibly infuriated.
She would rather show concern for someone she just met than engage in conversation with him.
Jasmine was speechless and stopped pressing further.
She, too, was somewhat angered. Why was Sylvan Cheney yelling at her when she hadn¡¯t said anything wrong?
She knew he had a bad temper.
Frustrated, she walked down the mountain. Not caring that it was still snowing, she went directly into the snow.
The icy snowkesnded on her face, but she didn¡¯t find it cold.
Just¡ a little tired.
¡°Spoiled,¡± muttered Sylvan as he opened his umbre and advanced towards her withrge strides.
Upon reaching her, he handed her the umbre. ¡°Hold this.¡±
The next second, he scooped her into his arms.
¡°Hey!¡± Jasmine was taken by surprise. ¡°Put me down.¡±
¡°Hold on tight. If you fall, I won¡¯t take responsibility.¡±
¡°I can walk by myself.¡±
¡°After walking so much, aren¡¯t you tired?¡±
¡°Not tired,¡± Jasmine lied.
In truth, she was a bit tired, coupled with her menstruation ongoing.
But she never thought that Sylvan would carry her down the mountain. Even during those twelve years, he had never once carried her.
For a moment, Jasmine was dazed.
¡°Even if you¡¯re not tired, I won¡¯t let you walk anymore,¡± Sylvan spoke indifferently.
With one hand around his neck and the other holding the umbre, Jasmine was halfway in his arms.
Shielded from the snowkes by therge umbre, it was calm and undisturbed.
When she was close to him, she could clearly smell his scent; discreet and deep.
Chapter 481: 481: How Many Twelve-Year Periods Does a Lifetime Have?
Chapter 481: How Many Twelve-Year Periods Does a Lifetime Have?
The path down the mountain was neither near nor far.
Jasmine Yaley on his broad back, her eyes suddenly a bit blurry.
Snowkes fell on the umbre, around them, as if the world had shrunk into a circle.
In the circle, there was only him and her.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes slightly, no longer thinking about anything.
When they got down the mountain, lunch had already been delivered.
Sylvan Cheney took her to a small cabin and brought out the lunch for her.
¡°I¡¯m going back to work at Respected Majesty tomorrow.¡± Jasmine Yale said.
¡°Hmm.¡± Sylvan Cheney responded.
As long as she didn¡¯t run away, he would ept anything.
Jasmine Yale really wanted to know where Joe Heath had gone, but she couldn¡¯t ask Sylvan Cheney again.
If she asked, he would not answer.
It would just make things unpleasant.
¡°I will arrange for your luggage in Sinkapore to be packed and brought back.¡± Sylvan Cheney said.
That trip could be considered her time to rx.
¡°Thank you.¡± Jasmine Yale quietly ate her meal.
The small cabin was equipped with heating. Jasmine Yale took off her big coat and sat by the table.
One nce out of the window she could see the snowkes outside.
It felt like spring here.
¡°Don¡¯t ever say these two words to me.¡± Sylvan Cheney frowned.
Jasmine Yale¡¯s hand holding the chopsticks paused, so dominant? She could not even say thank you?
He himself had thanked her before.
Jasmine Yale did not understand Sylvan Cheney¡¯s thoughts. If he did not want her to say it then she wouldn¡¯t say it.
¡°What are you nning to do this afternoon?¡± Sylvan Cheney asked.
¡°Going back home, organizing the house and getting ready for work tomorrow.¡±
¡°Not going to stay with me?¡±
¡°No, didn¡¯t you say you are tied up these few days? I must have affected your work these few days.¡±
¡°Then I will stay with you.¡±
Jasmine Yale widened her eyes. Was there a difference between the two?
As a result, Sylvan Cheney really did what he said.
After returning from the maple mountain, he followed her quietly as soon as she sent him to thepound.
She was tidying up the house and he was helping her.
¡°Mr. Cheney, please just sit.¡±
Jasmine Yale dared not let him work and hurriedly pushed him to sit on the sofa.
The ce had not been visited for a while; it was dusty everywhere.
¡°Let me help you.¡± Sylvan Cheney insisted on not being idle.
Jasmine Yale couldn¡¯t overpower him, so she gave in.
Halfway through, Sylvan Cheney went out to answer a call.
¡°Sylvan, Joe is being watched.¡± It was Kaisan Heath.
¡°Where is he locked up?¡±
¡°On an ind, rest assured, he will not interfere anymore.¡±
¡°That would be the best.¡± Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone.
Jasmine Yale changed her slippers, sat on the sofa, and drank a ss of warm water.
She held the cup; very gently, very calmly.
Sylvan Cheney standing at the door couldn¡¯t help but look at her a few more times.
¡°The clean up is almost done.¡± Jasmine Yale turned and looked at him, ¡°Mr. Cheney, you can go back now.¡±
¡°In a hurry to get rid of me?¡±
¡°Otherwise, if you stay here, we won¡¯t have anything to talk about.¡± Jasmine Yale was very straightforward.
Sylvan Cheney¡¯s eyes turned cold: ¡°After living together for twelve years, Jasmine, sometimes I really can¡¯t tell if you have no heart.¡±
Twelve years.
How many twelve years are there in a lifetime?
Facing Sylvan Cheney¡¯s questioning, Jasmine Yale still remained silent.
Not heartless, but heartbroken.
She didn¡¯t know how to face Sylvan Cheney, in what role.
Her position to him now was too awkward.
Morever, she did not want suchpensation.
¡°I¡¯m tired, Mr. Cheney, can you leave?¡± Jasmine Yale didn¡¯t want to pick a quarrel with him, she just blinked her eyes looking at him.
Sylvan Cheney was really upset by her attitude, ¡°Then you get some rest, I¡¯m leaving.¡±
Chapter 482: 482: Handing Over a Marriage Certificate
Chapter 482: Handing Over a Marriage Certificate
As Sylvan Cheney left, the air suddenly fell silent.
Jasmine Yale looked out the window. Somehow, there was no snow in the city area, just gloom.
It seemed that Mt. Maple had a lower temperature, which led to such heavy snow.
Jasmine Yale drew the curtains and rummaged through the wardrobe for wool.
She promised to knit scarves for both Chale Cheney and Sylvan Cheney.
She chose a lovely tender yellow color for Chale Cheney and a low-key smoky grey for Sylvan Cheney.
It was thest thing she did for this father and son duo.
Yearster, she was merely a passerby in their lives, soundlessly fading away.
She sat quietly on the sofa, knitting the scarves without uttering a word.
After leaving her ce, Sylvan Cheney went to the Property Registration Office.
His mother¡¯srge inheritance had been handed to him by Spencer Childe, and he needed to guard against Teagan Cheney¡¯s unbridled ambitions.
He took care of the procedures early to avoid giving rise to unnecessaryplications.
Though Qiana Childe¡¯s inheritance was not much, it was primarilyposed of priceless antiques, paintings, and jewelry.
¡°Mr. Cheney, do you want all the property under your name?¡± Lawyer Connor asked.
¡°Transfer it to her.¡±
Sylvan Cheney handed over a marriage certificate.
He lit a cigarette, an aloof and indifferent expression on his face.
Lawyer Connor was astonished but nodded, ¡°Alright, Mr. Cheney, I¡¯ll take care of it immediately.¡±
¡°Hmm.¡±
After thewyer left, Sylvan Cheney stood alone by the window, smoking.
The weather outside was gloomy.
¡
Half a monthter.
Jasmine Yale finally finished knitting scarves for the father and son duo.
During the day she worked, and in the evenings she stopped gaming to knit the scarves.
Having not practised for many years, she was surprised to find that her craftsmanship was still fairly good.
The small scarf she knitted for Chale Cheney was especially cute and she felt a burden being lifted off her chest.
Sylvan Cheney hadn¡¯t visited her again in the past half month, but asionally he would call to ask about her well-being.
Seemingly, he was out of town on a business trip.
Meanwhile, Jasmine hadn¡¯t seen Joe Heath for half a month either.
Life had suddenly grew quiet without Joe Heath¡¯s incessant chatter in her ear.
In the harsh December cold, the weather was particrly freezing.
When she finished work in the evening, it was already dark.
¡°Miss Yale, I¡¯m free today. Shall we meet tonight?¡±
Jasmine clutched her phone, a calling in.
The young man¡¯s voice was gentle and aloof, devoid of desire and demand, just like his name, Haynes Seasons.
She tightened her scarf around her, looking a little taken aback: ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you were overseas and didn¡¯t have time? Howe you¡¯re suddenly back in Landon?¡±
She thought he would be away for a while longer.
In an instant, her heart skipped a beat.
¡°Something came up, so I returned.¡±
¡°How long are you back for?¡±
¡°Three days.¡±
Jasmine held the phone, her eyes imbued with a calm warmth, suddenly at a loss for words.
Her heart felt as if a hand had suddenly squeezed it tightly.
¡°Miss Yale, I still have to go abroad to take care of Muse. If you¡¯ve made up your mind, let¡¯s talk tonight,¡± Haynes Seasons continued.
¡°Where should we meet?¡± Jasmine¡¯s voice was a bit shaky.
¡°Let¡¯s meet at the caf¨¦ at Five Star Square.¡±
Wind howled from the other side of the phone, Haynes Seasons must have been outdoors.
A sense of bewilderment shed through Jasmine¡¯s eyes.
After a long while, she nodded: ¡°Alright.¡±
¡°Okay, I¡¯ll drive there first.¡±
After hanging up the phone, Jasmine stood there for a long time, barely feeling the sting of the wind against her face.
Haynes Seasons, the emerging real estate tycoon.
But that was just his public identity. He also had another hidden identity ¨C he was a hypnotist.
Chapter 483: 483: Are You Deeply Entangled With Him?
Chapter 483: Are You Deeply Entangled With Him?
¡°Flower Ripple Coffee Shop.
Jasmine Yale met Haynes Seasons for the first time.
This man was more steady than she had imagined, young and handsome, without an iota of his excellence hidden.
He wore a grey long coat. When she entered, he was just standing by the door, waiting for her, a half-smoked cigarette in his fingers.
Upon seeing her, he gave a faint smile.
¡°Miss Yale, you¡¯re prettier than you look in pictures.¡± He extinguished the cigarette.
Jasmineughed: ¡°Mr. Seasons, you look much younger than I thought.¡±
¡°Oh? You thought I¡¯d be middle-aged?¡±
¡°Mmm¡something like that.¡±
Haynesughed softly, gentlemanly holding open the door of the coffee shop for Jasmine.
Choosing a seat by the window, Jasmine unwrapped her scarf.
She gave another careful look at Haynes, this man was really good-looking.
¡°Miss Yale, what would you like to drink?¡± Haynes asked.
¡°Just a cappino.¡±
¡°Hmm.¡±
Haynes ordered two cups of coffee, along with some desserts.
¡°Mr. Seasons, why didn¡¯t you pursue your career back home?¡± Jasmine asked curiously.
¡°I¡¯m waiting until I¡¯ve umted a certain amount of capital abroad,¡± Haynes replied indifferently. ¡°Besides, Muse has always had her treatment overseas.¡±
¡°Is Miss Sutton better now?¡±
¡°Much better. I hope she can recover soon. It¡¯s probably my only wish now.¡±
There was an endless bleakness in Haynes¡¯ eyes, his gaze growing dim.
¡°Mr. Seasons, don¡¯t worry, Miss Sutton will definitely get better.¡±
¡°Thank you,¡± Haynes nodded slightly. ¡°For my own mistakes, I¡¯m willing to ept punishment.¡±
Jasmine didn¡¯t know what to say.
She had heard snippets about what happened between Haynes and Muse.
Now, looking into Haynes¡¯ eyes, she saw a constant hue of regret.
¡°Miss Yale, forget me, let¡¯s talk about you. What are your thoughts?¡± Haynes asked her.
He noticed that Jasmine was young, she should not have gone through much in life.
¡°As I have mentioned to you previously on WeChat, I¡¯m still sticking to that thought.¡±
Jasmine¡¯s eyes showed hints of helplessness, sorrow, and confusion.
The coffee was served. She bent down her head, silently stirring the spoon.
¡°Miss Yale, I might not be from Landon, but I have heard a little about Mr. Cheney. You and he¡ Is there a deep connection?¡± Haynes asked.
He saw in Jasmine an ordinary girl leading a peaceful life.
She didn¡¯t seem like someone romantically entangled with a man like Sylvan Cheney.
The coffee shop was filled with a rich aroma, creating a calm atmosphere.
Jasmine chuckled, ¡°I was brought back to the Cheney family by him when I was eight years old. Guess you could say that we¡¯ve had some interactions.¡±
¡°I see,¡± Haynes replied, ¡°Do you love him?¡±
Jasmine didn¡¯t expect Haynes to be so straightforward.
Her face still bore a smile: ¡°Used to.¡±
¡°Miss Yale, I don¡¯t know what happened between you and him, but you must understand this: once a memory is hypnotized, it is permanently forgotten,¡± Haynes¡¯s voice fell a notch colder.
Jasmine expressed her desire to erase all memories rted to Sylvan Cheney.
Completely erased.
¡°You told me already,¡± Jasmine lowered her head.
Haynes had told her all this before, more than once in fact.
He had also told her that he destroyed everything between him and Muse in the same manner.
He hypnotized all of Muse¡¯s memories of him.
The current Muse, had absolutely no memory of who Haynes was.
Chapter 484: 484: Ending Everything Between Them
Chapter 484: Ending Everything Between Them
¡°Hmm, I still want to look you in the face as I tell you this,¡± Haynes Seasons said.
¡°You¡¯re responsible,¡± Jasmine Yaleughed.
When sheughed, her brows and eyes curved pleasantly, but there was always a shallow sadness lingering among her features.
Like the drenched lcs after a rainfall.
¡°The original intention of my upation was to let everyone forget their unpleasant memories, and indeed, many people have been grateful for my services,¡± Haynes Seasons said.
¡°Such as?¡± Jasmine Yale got curious.
¡°For example, a woman in her twenties who was sexually assaulted by her stepfather as a child. Whenever she thought about it, she would copse. When she found me, I helped her hypnotize away those memories. Now, she lives a very happy life, she has a family, she even has a child.¡±
Jasmine Yale knew that Haynes Seasons was highly capable.
He was unlike the average hypnotist, he could allow one to entirely erase specific memories or a specific individual from all their recollections.
However, once a memory was removed, it was permanently gone.
There was no way to recover it.
¡°But Miss Yale, you must understand that I have also made a decision I will regret for my entire life.¡±
A deep, unending darkness filled Haynes Seasons¡¯ eyes, like the still surface of an undisturbedke¡
Jasmine Yale knew he hypnotized Muse Sutton.
Now, Muse Sutton remembers everyone except him.
For Haynes Seasons, this experience was devastating.
He personally tasted what it felt like to be filled with regret¡
¡°Miss Yale, you may want to think it over again,¡± Haynes Seasons cautioned.
Jasmine Yale took a sip of her coffee.
Think it over?
She had already done a lot of thinking.
Since that incident happened in the forest, she had been contemting.
If she couldpletely erase Sylvan Cheney from her memory, their entanglement would be over for good.
After waking up from hypnosis, if they encountered each other again, they would be like strangers.
She did not want hispensation; after all, he did nothing wrong to her.
She just wanted to unterally¡ end everything between them.
He already has his own life, and she also wants her own new life.
¡°Miss Yale, does Mr. Cheney know about this?¡± Haynes Seasons asked.
Jasmine Yale shook her head.
¡°Then Miss Yale, if you are really set on this, we can start tomorrow,¡± Haynes Seasons said, ¡°You can trust me to do the job properly without any dy. If you want to erase all memories rted to Mr. Cheney, I will make youpletely forget him, not even a fraction of memory will linger.¡±
Haynes Seasons spoke with certain determination.
He had the ability to do so.
¡°Not even the slightest memory would remain?¡±
She lifted her head, looked at him, and a thin mist of tears welled up in her eyes.
The light in her wide eyes was dim and distant, flickering on and off, undisturbed.
¡°Correct, not a sliver of memory would remain. Like aplete stranger, just as you and I are to each other.¡±
¡°Not even when I see familiar things?¡±
¡°Hmm, even if you see something familiar, you wouldn¡¯t feel any emotional reaction because you simply won¡¯t remember it anymore.¡±
¡°Mr. Seasons, you¡¯re quite amazing,¡± Jasmine Yaleughed.
Haynes Seasons was somewhat caught betweenughter and tears.
So after saying all that, he just received ament that he was quite amazing?
¡°Miss Yale, it would be best if you could let go on your own,¡± Haynes Seasons said, ¡°Miss Yale, consider it again.¡±
¡°I¡¯ve never seen someone who pushes business away like you do.¡±
Jasmine Yale¡¯s face was filled with a smile.
¡°So, you¡¯re insisting on going through with the hypnosis?¡± Haynes Seasons questioned, seeing her determination.
Chapter 485: Only Know Deep Love After Leaving
Chapter 485: Only Know Deep Love After Leaving
In this world, there is a saying, ¡°Nothing is more sorrowful than a heart that has died.¡±
Many people who came to see him wore these words on their faces.
Before Jasmine Yale could continue speaking, Haynes Seasons interjected: ¡°Miss Yale, I have been in Landon these past few days. You can think it over tonight.¡±
¡°Miss Yale, did that person¡ ever love you?¡± Haynes Seasons asked.
Jasmine Yale shook her head: ¡°Never.¡±
¡°How many years have you loved him?¡±
¡°How many years?¡± Jasmine Yale raised her head in confusion.
How many years indeed?
She couldn¡¯t calcte the years because she didn¡¯t know which year she started to love him.
All she knew was that it had been a long time.
Haynes Seasons understood. It was a case of unrequited love.
¡°I heard on my way to Landon that Mr. Cheney is engaged?¡± Haynes Seasons asked.
¡°Hmm.¡± Jasmine Yale nodded woodenly. ¡°They¡¯ve been friends since childhood. It¡¯s about time they got engaged.¡±
¡°Then there is no need to erase his memory. After all, you two may not interact much in the future?¡±
Jasmine Yale shook her head again: ¡°Then let¡¯s forget it all, Mr. Seasons, don¡¯t you think?¡±
¡°Miss Yale, have you considered that perhaps starting a new rtionship would be better?¡±
¡°Mr. Seasons, are you so unwilling to take my case?¡± Jasmine Yaleughed.
Haynes Seasonsughed helplessly: ¡°Then I won¡¯t discourage you.¡±
¡°Hmm.¡± Jasmine Yale nodded, ¡°Let¡¯s drink coffee.¡±
¡°Okay.¡±
Haynes Seasons graciously cut a piece of cake for her.
The girl in front of him seemed simple, without too many thoughts.
But the simpler the girl, the more vulnerable she is, and each hurt can be fatal.
He could understand why she insisted on erasing the person deep in her memory.
¡°Mr. Seasons, please be good to Muse Sutton.¡±
¡°I will.¡±
¡°Mr. Seasons, you¡¯re so impressive, have you ever researched how to retrieve the memories after hypnosis?¡±
Haynes Seasons shook his head: ¡°I have, but to no avail.¡±
Jasmine Yale saw regret and guilt on his face.
Some people only appreciate what they have after they¡¯ve lost it.
Haynes Seasons thought, he and Muse Sutton were like that.
Back then, Muse Sutton was persistently pursuing Haynes Seasons, but he was indifferent and even annoyed.
Later, when Haynes Seasons couldn¡¯t stand her annoying behavior and since he had a girlfriend¡ª
While Muse Sutton was sleeping, he hypnotized her, erasing everything about him from her mind.
From then on, the girl forgot him forever.
She would no longer cling to him calling ¡°Brother Jett¡±, no longer cook for him, no longer revolve around him.
His side suddenly became empty and quiet.
He wanted this peace, but why did his heart feel so empty.
Even when she woke up and saw him, the first words were ¡°Who are you¡±.
Haynes Seasons pulled back from his memories, quietly drinking a cup of coffee.
Jasmine Yale stared at him.
She knew that his heart must be bleeding.
You tend to realize the depth of your love when you lose it.
Fortunately, it¡¯s not a final goodbye.
Perhaps, this is the only bit of luck.
¡°Mr. Seasons, would you like mypany while in Landon over the next few days? I¡¯m familiar with this city,¡± Jasmine Yale said.
¡°Thank you, there¡¯s no need. I¡¯m here for some work, I probably won¡¯t have the leisure time to y.¡±
¡°Well, if you need any help, feel free to call me.¡±
¡°Ok.¡±
Jasmine Yale chatted with Haynes Seasons for a long time.
She listened to him tell many stories and was entranced as she listened.
This man was calm and quiet, with an enchanting charm that drew girls in.
Chapter 486: How Do I Usually Teach You?
Chapter 486: How Do I Usually Teach You?
She understood now why Muse Sutton had been so relentless in her affection for him.
At half past eight in the evening, Haynes Seasons stood up.
¡°Miss Yale, I¡¯ve taken up quite a bit of your time. It¡¯s gettingte, shall I drive you home?¡± Haynes Seasons nced at his watch.
¡°I can just take a taxi home myself, Mr. Seasons. Actually, it¡¯s me who¡¯s held you up,¡± she replied.
¡°You¡¯re too polite, Miss Yale.¡±
Jasmine Yale was still determined to catch a taxi home herself.
Helpless, Haynes Seasons walked her to her taxi.
After spending the evening chatting with Haynes Seasons, Jasmine Yale felt that her decision had not changed.
That decision, it seemed, nothing could possibly shake.
When she got home, Jasmine finished her work, took a shower, and dried her hair.
She packed up the scarf she had knitted, nning to mail it out the following day.
Only when everything was done did she sit down on her living room couch to watch television.
As it turned out, Christmas was approaching.
No wonder she had seen the square decorated with Christmas trees and Santas, along with strings of colorful lights when she was getting off work today.
The scarf she knitted could be Little Chale Cheney¡¯s Christmas present, she surmised.
Although whatever his father bought for him was bound to be many times more expensive than what she could afford, this was herst token of concern.
Ah, Christmas¡
She too, had always wanted to receive gifts since she was young.
Her first Christmas gift was, ironically, thrown out by Sylvan Cheney.
When she was sixteen, she received a Christmas gift from a ssmate.
The boy was the sports captain in her ss, studious, tall, handsome, and the crush of many girls.
After school, he secretly slipped her a Christmas present ¨C an apple and a cloth doll.
The boy didn¡¯t say anything and simply thrust the gift into her arms and left.
This was the first Christmas present she had ever received, and she was thrilled!
She thought it was just a normal Christmas gift and didn¡¯t think much about it.
When her driver came to pick her up, she returned home cheerfully hugging the stuffed doll.
The doll was half her height, which made it fun to hug.
To her surprise, Sylvan Cheney was sitting on the living room couch.
Waiting for her.
She froze, puzzled, ¡°Mr. Cheney, didn¡¯t you go on a business trip?¡±
¡°Can¡¯t Ie back? Huh?¡±
He stared at her and the gift she was holding in her hand, his tone slightly icier than usual.
¡°I¡I didn¡¯t mean it that way¡¡± Jasmine Yale was visibly ufortable.
This was his house, of course she didn¡¯t mean it that way.
Clutching the doll, she felt a bit lost at what to do.
She could feel his piercing gaze fixed on her.
¡°Who gave this to you?¡±
Jasmine Yale clung tightly to the doll, steeled herself, and replied, ¡°A ssmate of mine.¡±
¡°Oh? ssmate? Boy or girl?¡±
¡°A boy.¡±
¡°What have I told you? Did my words go in one ear and out the other?¡±
Sylvan Cheney suddenly stood up and walked over to her.
He stared her down.
His eyes were cold.
Jasmine Yale was frightened by his reaction. Her hand began to tremble a bit.
¡°It¡¯s not what you think¡¡± With her head lowered, she looked like a little girl being scolded by her parents. Her voice had also reduced to a mere whisper, ¡°I¡¯m not dating, it¡¯s just a Christmas gift.¡±
¡°A boy gave you a Christmas gift? And you epted? What have I been teaching you all this time?¡±
¡°It¡¯s really not like what you¡¯re thinking! Why do you always think the worst of people!¡±
Jasmine Yale was nearly in tears from his reprimand. She didn¡¯t dare lift her head.
It was all a huge misunderstanding. Why was he yelling at her!
¡°Would a boy give you a gift out of the blue?¡±
¡°He said he also gave gifts to his other good friends.¡±
Chapter 487: 487 You drive me away
Chapter 487: You drive me away
Jasmine Yale genuinely thought he was being unreasonable.
She also wanted to have friends, she also wanted to have good rtionships with her friends.
Jasmine Yale clutched the doll tightly.
Seeing her like this made Sylvan Cheney extremely angry.
With a forceful yank, he pulled the plush doll and the apple that she was holding.
¡°What are you doing!¡± Enraged, Jasmine reached out to snatch them back!
But before she could, everything was tossed into the trash bin by Sylvan!
His face was somber, extremely so.
¡°What¡¯s wrong with you? This was a gift from my friend. Why did you throw it away? It¡¯s Christmas today; what gives you the right to toss my present away!¡±
Jasmine Yale started crying.