Chapter 535: There’s a kind of warmth called ‘relying on each other for survival
“Sylvan Cheney, as long as you ask, I can give you anything, you saved my life…” Jasmine Yale whimpered, lying in his arms.
With her eyes closed, she had lost all her sleepiness.
“Like tonight, if you wanted me, I wouldn’t refuse.”
Sylvan Cheney’s brow furrowed, his slender fingers gently stroking her cheek.
“Jasy.” His eyes were tinged with indifference, “Do you know that there is a kind of warmth called ‘relying on each other for life’?”
Similar to when he found her and brought her home, simply because at that moment he saw her, the world seemed warm.
From then on, two similar people relied on each other for life.
As if a half circle found another half, locking together, neither could leave the other.
Jasmine Yale lay in his arms, her little hands tightly clutching his pajamas, silent.
Seeing her silent for a long time, Sylvan Cheney ruffled her hair,”Go to sleep.”
If she didn’t understand, that’s okay.
There were many things she didn’t need to understand.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, but she could not fall asleep.
Sylvan Cheney turned off the desk lamp, gently stroking her hair.
She was like a kitten, curled up in his arms, motionless, her breathing even.
Sylvan Cheney was willing to let her be a pure and innocent kitten hiding under his wings.
Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, with the rainwater rushing down the window.
It was late at night, apart from the sound of rain, there was no other sound.
Sylvan stroked her little head, deeply enamored with this feeling.
It was warm in the quilt, he held the petite Jasmine Yale in his arms, unwilling to let go for a long time.
Jasmine Yale didn’t move either, she was exhausted.
After a long time, Jasmine Yale slowly spoke again–
“Mr. Cheney, did you investigate my baby’s case? Will you punish them?”
“I will give you an explanation.”
“If the baby was here, they would be three years old now.” Jasmine Yale murmured, “I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl.”
Her voice was soft, slowly floating in the air.
Like the wind, like silk.
Sylvan Cheney didn’t respond.
“You won’t understand how I feel. For you, it was just an accident from a one-night stand. But for me, it was everything.” Jasmine Yale spoke faintly, “I wonder, do you look down on me in your heart for being so proactive in getting into your bed? I kind of look down on myself too.”
She was speaking softly, her voice was very quiet.
Just like she was talking to herself.
“Jasmine Yale, on that night, it was only you who were drunk, I was not.” Displeasure was in Sylvan Cheney’s voice.
“What?” Jasmine Yale didn’t understand.
“No one can force me to do something I don’t want to do, understand?”
Jasmine Yale clutched his pajama collar, silent.
“Mr. Cheney, what do you think your fiancée would think if she knew we were lying in bed together right now?” Jasmine Yale smiled bitterly.
She didn’t want to be the other woman either.
Being the other woman, she would be condemned.
“These are not the things you should be thinking about. What you should be doing is working hard and living a good life, okay?”
He would take care of the rest.
“There are English books and vocabulary books on the table. So, are you planning to study hard now?” Sylvan Cheney smirked.
She never liked studying, although she was smart, she was not hardworking.
Her grades were just average, neither outstanding nor falling behind.
Jasmine Yale did not plan to tell him about her thoughts.
If she told him she wanted to apply for graduate school or study abroad, he would laugh at her.
If he wasn’t going to confide in her, then she wouldn’t confide in him either in the future.
She was tired of him.