Chapter 615: Chapter 615: Fingers Unbuttoning His Overcoat
Sylvan Cheney reached out, his slender fingers touching her strands of hair.
“Did you get a haircut?”
Jasmine Yale opened her eyes again, looking at him resentfully: “I didn’t cut it again.”
He seemed quite satisfied, his fingers winding around her soft hair, letting these delicate strands wrap around his fingertips.
Jasmine Yale did not resist, silently resting her head, her big eyes shimmering with gloss.
It was an unexpected surprise that Sylvan Cheney could come back.
It was a good thing that he could.
Jasmine Yale sat by the window watching the scenery passing by, she could obviously feel Sylvan Cheney’s hot gaze constantly resting on her face.
She shifted uncomfortably, averting her gaze.
“Have you missed me these days?” Sylvan Cheney asked, lowering his voice.
“…” Jasmine Yale remained silent.
“Ungrateful.” Sylvan Cheney couldn’t help but scold her.
She was not even as good as Chale Cheney.
He had raised Chale Cheney for three years and yet the little fellow knew how to sweet-talk him.
He had raised her for twelve years, but she wouldn’t even say the word “miss”.
In Sylvan Cheney’s eyes, there was a deep sense of helplessness.
Sylvan Cheney’s new villa was in a beautifully scenic area in the suburbs.
Although it was not as large as the Cheney Residence, the environment was just as beautiful, with clear mountains and waters, and trees surrounding it.
There weren’t many servants in the villa, but it was quiet and peaceful.
Charles Mcintosh took Sylvan Cheney in, while Chale Cheney pulled Jasmine Yale’s hand.
“Jasy, what’s wrong with my dad?” The little guy asked Jasmine Yale with a sad look.
His voice was very low, very aggrieved.
“Dad has just been injured a little, he will get better soon.” Jasmine Yale patted his little head.
The little guy nodded confusedly.
The maids had already tidied up the rooms, everything was clean and tidy.
On the table was a bouquet of flowers, which appeared especially beautiful in the dull winter.
Sylvan Cheney’s room was on the first floor.
As Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney came in, he called, “Jasy, come here!”
“Little Chale, be good and go play by yourself.” Jasmine Yale let go of the little guy’s hand.
The little guy immediately showed a look of understanding and obediently let go of her hand.
Jasmine Yale walked down the quiet hallway toward Sylvan Cheney’s bedroom.
“Mr. Cheney, what’s the matter?” She blinked.
“My hands are uncomfortable.”
“Help me change clothes.”
“This… Shall I call a maid?” Jasmine Yale asked a little awkwardly.
“Do you need to call a maid? Hmm? You’re not even willing to help me change clothes?” Sylvan Cheney was quite unhappy.
His deep, profound eyes were staring at her for a long time.
Jasmine Yale hesitated for a moment, then nodded, walking towards him: “I’ll help you.”
She squatted down, her white fingers unbuttoning his coat.
In those twelve years, she had never truly served him, except for tying his ties at most.
Even so, her tie-tying skills were utterly horrible.
Eventually, Sylvan Cheney found her so clumsy that he wouldn’t even let her tie a tie.
She was so spoiled by him that she could not do any manual tasks.
She unbuttoned the buttons of Sylvan Cheney’s coat.
As she got close to him, she could smell the familiar Agarwood Fragrance that belonged to him, his unique scent.
Jasmine Yale wasn’t disturbed by this, but Sylvan Cheney’s breath became hot!
As she got closer to him, the unique fragrance from her breath tantalized him, making him feel all hot and bothered.
Especially when her hair touched his neck, he suddenly had an urge to push her down onto the bed.
“Mr. Cheney, did your hand get severely injured too?”