Chapter 632: Chapter 632: The Lollipop Is Indeed Poisonous
But he was very busy, so he didn’t have much time to bully her.
Jasmine Yale had no plans to argue with him. He was a patient, she hadn’t lost all dignity to this point.
“Is your health better today? Did Doctor Delaney say anything?”
Jasmine Yale fed him noodles while chatting with him.
“No signs of improvement.”
“How can this be? Do you want to be admitted to the hospital for a few days? I hope you can get better soon.”
“I’m speaking from my heart, not pretense. I hope you can get better soon. You still have to take care of Little Chaley and your career. Actually, I’ve always wanted the best for you. Even though you often bully me.”
Jasmine Yale poured out her grievances.
No matter what, she didn’t want him to be in any trouble.
“You seem to be quite dissatisfied with me.” The man said indifferently.
His gaze was flickering with traces and brightness, deep and unfathomable.
“There are many things that I’m dissatisfied with, do you want to hear?”
“Oh?” Sylvan Cheney raised his eyebrows, his tone light, “Do tell.”
He was unaware that this girl had held a grudge against him for a long time.
He was curious. He had been so good to her, so what could she possibly be unhappy about?
“First answer my question.” Jasmine Yale picked up a noodle stick, blew on the hot steam, her face showing little emotion, “When I was eight, why did you bring me back home?”
Back then, she had fainted from hunger on the streets.
No one was willing to approach her.
He was different, he was clean and elegant, despite his young age, he was already noble and divine-like, mature, and calm beyond his years.
At least her first impression of him was awe-inspiring.
The world had such a good-looking young boy.
She followed him after eating his lollipop.
In retrospect, she felt quite silly.
No fear that he was a human trafficker, no fear that the lollipop was poisoned.
As it turns out, the lollipop was indeed poisoned, else, why would she be devoted to him for so many years?
“Because you were cute.”
Sylvan Cheney suddenly laughed, reaching out, his fingers lifted her hanging hair.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, his gaze fell upon her fair face.
She was a chubby, especially cute girl of eight back then.
Today, she was a delicate young lady, with a refined face and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
“Quit teasing me, you said before that I was ugly.” Jasmine Yale was skeptical.
In her teens, she always felt that she wasn’t very pretty but at least not ugly.
However, every time she looked in the mirror, he would disparage her, “Stop staring at the mirror, it won’t make you pretty.”
Her teenage heart was fragile.
Being called ugly by the person she liked was a harsh blow.
It was sad at first, but later, she became accustomed to it.
“It’s probably because of Miss Fern, right?” Jasmine Yale pointed out.
This topic had been warned off by him before, forbidding her to bring it up.
But in the end, she couldn’t let it go.
It was really hard for her to accept.
It was like a pet, originally thinking that the owner raised it because he loved it, only to discover it was being fattened up for slaughter.
The moment she learned the truth, she was desperate.
But over time, she became indifferent.
Like now, Jasmine Yale wasn’t particularly bothered by it.
Anything would be given as long as he asked for it.
She just wanted to hear the truth, wanted to hear him admit it personally, rather than lie to her or appease her.
As expected, Sylvan Cheney’s brows furrowed tightly, his deep gaze fixed on her face, sharp and chill.