Chapter 629: Chapter 629: Sylvan Reunites, Jasmine Like a Dream
Sylvan Cheney was patient with her, but Jasmine Yale was too tired beyond words!
“Being disobedient? Dirty girls aren’t allowed to sleep in my bed.”
“You’re so annoying.”
Jasmine Yale had just woken up, she pointed a finger at Sylvan’s face and scratched it a bit.
Instantly, two red marks appeared on Sylvan’s handsome face.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the bed.
Jasmine Yale rubbed her sleepy eyes, her face full of exhaustion, and her big eyes barely open due to fatigue.
“I really hate this.”
Jasmine mumbled discontentedly while she reluctantly got off the bed.
She knew he has mysophobia.
When she lived alone, she could do whatever she wanted.
But now… Jasmine vented her anger by tossing her toiletries around clattered vehemently.
“Spoiled.” stated Sylvan helplessly.
The night was tranquil and silent outside the window.
The pale yellow moonlight, like a foggy layer, poured onto the gray curtains, casting a faint halo.
Jasmine worked during the day, and took care of Sylvan Cheney after work.
They lived together in the same room, and he didn’t do anything out of line.
Moreover, he became very laid-back.
Sometimes at night, after she took a bath, she habitually sat on the bed reading books and learning words, while he sat beside her, fingers tapping on the laptop.
They didn’t talk, just do their own things side by side.
It was peaceful and tranquil.
Even time itself seemed to slow down.
Sometimes, when Jasmine removed her headphones and looked around, she almost fooled herself with this pleasant atmosphere.
Turning her head, she looked at Sylvan.
The man was wearing a homely black robe, leaning against the pillow, quiet, and reserved.
He was seriously typing on the laptop, his eyebrows were furrowed, in deep thought.
The side profile of the man was so handsome, angular lines exuding a masculine coldness and severity.
“Hmm?” He lifted his head from the laptop.
Jasmine chuckled, “Just calling out to you.”
Sylvan hooked up the corner of his lips. His eyes shown through with unwavering light that can’t be melted or blown away, lingering at the bottom of his eyes.
Between them, a distance equivalent to three Little Chale was still kept.
Neither too close nor too far.
“Am I disturbing you?” Jasmine asked cautiously.
“I like it when you disturb me.”
“Mm, I won’t disturb you anymore. You get on with your work, and I’ll continue my listening practice.”
After saying that, Jasmine put on her headphones again and lowered her head to read.
But, Sylvan hadn’t shifted his gaze for a long time, his eyes still on her delicate and fair face.
At this moment, Jasmine was within his reach.
A gentle smile played on his lips.
Jasmine’s pen made constant movements on the draft paper, sketching and writin. She was totally absorbed in it.
In a while, she needed to go to the bathroom. She took off her headphones and jumped out of bed!
Jasmine in her pink pajamas was very playful, like a bunny, disappearing into the bathroom.
Sylvan reached out, picking up her draft paper.
The white draft paper was covered in traces of a ballpoint pen.
Every stroke and line.
There were English words, Chinese vocabulary, emoticons…
But, the most striking was on the backside– full of the word “Sylvan Cheney”.
She wrote his name with utmost care, cherishing every letter.
The handwriting was untrained, but it had her unique elegance and charm.
Sylvan found the ballpoint pen from her English textbook—
Raised his hand, and started writing.
In the gap of the draft paper, he wrote the words “Jasmine Yale”, right next to his name.
Meeting at this moment in life, Jasmine is like a dream.