Chapter 630: Chapter 630: Even a Cornered Rabbit will Bite
“Mr. Cheney, I accidentally splashed some water on my pajamas when I turned on the faucet.” Ouch!”
As Jasmine Yale was walking out of the bathroom, she wiped the droplets of water from her pajamas.
Sylvan Cheney returned her draft paper to its original place and slowly looked up.
“This faucet is too high-tech, this is the third time this has happened. I need to change my pajamas, it’s so cold.”
Having said that, Jasmine started walking toward the wardrobe.
“How can you be so clumsy? Hmm?” Sylvan looked at her.
Unhappy about choosing new pajamas, Jasmine muttered, “It’s clear that your faucet is the problem, how is it my fault? Alright, alright, I’m clumsy, I admit it.”
Even the smartest person can become dumb if constantly told so from childhood.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, always calling me stupid. My mom never called me stupid, she always praised me for being smart.” Jasmine grumbled.
Before she turned eight, her mother would always gently compliment her.
Compliment her on being smart, well-behaved, and sensible.
Ever since she started living with Sylvan Cheney, she had become a fool.
“If a dummy like me takes care of you, aren’t you scared? What if I gave you the wrong medication? Your life is in my hands.” Jasmine intimidated him.
Since he was now in her care, it would be so easy for her to bully him.
However, she had no interest in bullying him.
“Would you dare?” Sylvan raised his eyebrow.
She turned her head and glanced at him: “Even a cornered rabbit will bite. If you keep calling me stupid, I won’t be happy.”
With that, she picked out a set of dark blue pajamas, and went to the bathroom to change.
Jasmine carefully turned on the faucet again.
She looked at herself in the mirror—-
Her hair was a bit messy, her cheeks were flushed pink, and her eyes sparkled brightly.
Looking at the mirror-
She was in a daze, and she could hardly shake off the feeling of being back in her teens.
Back then, Sylvan Cheney wasn’t the way he is now and she hadn’t yet been pregnant.
He was as radiant as the stars, and the moonlight. She was as fragrant as roses and as refreshing as a breeze.
They were a young and complimenting pair, gentle and calm.
Jasmine grinned at herself in the mirror, revealing her pearl white teeth.
It was quite a while before she came out of the bathroom.
Sylvan Cheney was concentrating on the computer screen, brow furrowed.
Jasmine jumped onto the bed, sat at her usual spot and immersed herself in her own world.
She grabbed her ballpoint pen, opened the textbook, and as she pulled out a sheet of draft paper, she found three characters on the back-——
She recognized his handwriting at a glance.
The three characters were written with strong and vigorous strokes, elegant and composed, like a master of calligraphy.
Her name was embedded in the middle of his.
Jasmine’s face reddened as she realized she had been found out writing his name.
She turned her head and stole a glance at Sylvan Cheney.
He was still calmly dealing with work, his long fingers playing over the keyboard, his expression cold and calm but still graceful.
Just as if he wasn’t the one who wrote those characters.
Jasmine folded her draft paper and slipped it into her textbook.
Her heart had an unusual feeling, like a stream babbling along, flowing in twists and turns.
The softest part of her heart felt as if it was being constantly collisioned with, her heart involuntarily skipped a beat.
She put on her headphones and continued practicing her listening skills.
The night was long and quiet, with faint moonlight, fair clouds and a light breeze.
The only sounds in the bedroom were Jasmine quietly studying her vocabulary and Sylvan typing on his keyboard.
“Jasy, pour me a glass of water.” Sylvan said.
“What?” Jasmine took off her headphones, “Oh, right away.”