Chapter 653: Chapter 653: You better leave! Cheater Cheney
His eyes sparkled with a clear luster and a profound depth.
Jasmine Yale half squatted down, getting close to him: “What?”
As she leaned in, he turned his head and kissed her red lips.
She was wearing a peach-flavored lipstick today.
“Ah, you cheater!” Jasmine Yale blushed, hopping up to her feet.
Seeing her , Sylvan Cheney smirked wickedly but subtly, the intention to laugh was so strong that his eyebrows bore the trace of a smile.
The surroundings were filled with servants.
However, each of them tactfully pretended not to see anything.
Only Jasmine Yale felt extremely embarrassed, in front of so many people…
“You better leave! Cheater Cheney.” Jasmine Yale waved to Charles Mcintosh who was not far away, “Mr. Mcintosh, Mr. Cheney is calling you!”
Sylvan Cheney’s mouth twitched: “…”
Charles Mcintosh actually thought that Sylvan had summoned him so he walked over, holding an umbrella, his black leather shoes stepping in the puddles on the ground.
Jasmine walked Sylvan to his car and stood in the rain to watch the Rolls Royce leaving.
The rain was continuous, and the north wind was howling.
The servant held an umbrella for Jasmine.
“Miss Yale, let’s go inside, it’s too cold, Mr. Cheney has already left.” said the maid softly.
The Rolls Royce had already left, not a trace to be seen.
Only then did Jasmine rub her hands together and nod.
Inside the living room, the servant made her a cup of hot tea.
“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney has told us to take good care of you and the young master.”
The servants were quite envious of Jasmine Yale, even more so when they saw the diamond ring on her finger.
In their eyes, Sylvan Cheney was calm and low-key, especially affectionate towards Jasmine.
If only, he wasn’t handicapped.
They had privately discussed Jasmine Yale, all felt that she and Mr. Cheney were a great match.
Despite Mr. Cheney’s mobility issues, she still took extra care of him, and she was also exceptionally good to the young master.
“Miss Yale, Mr. Cheney is really good to you, you two are really a match made in heaven.” said one of the servants with a smile.
Jasmine took the cup of water and held it in her hands, warming them.
As her hands gradually warmed up, she gave a small smile without saying a word.
Suddenly everything that happened today seemed like a dream. She still felt a bit dizzy now.
The aroma of the tea spread to her nose: Jasmine Yale leaned against the sofa, a strange glimmer in her bright eyes.
“Is Chale still sleeping?”
“Yes, the young master just fell asleep.”
“I’m going to check on him.”
Jasmine Yale headed upstairs.
The little fellow’s room was not big, but it was especially warm, decorated with a light blue simple, maritime style.
The little fellow was holding onto his blanket, sleeping soundly.
His white chubby face, long eyelashes, and pursed little mouth.
Jasmine Yale sat by the bed, her fingertips lightly caressing his face.
In her eyes was the warmth of indulgence.
She tucked him in and bent down to kiss his cheek.
This little fellow, so well-behaved.
Like a fluffy doll, sleeping in his nest, obedient and petite.
Jasmine Yale sat by the bed for a long time before standing up and returning to the study.
Though Sylvan Cheney had already left, his fragrance seemed to linger in the study: the scent of Agarwood Fragrance, so familiar it was almost piercing.
Jasmine Yale opened her textbook, but her heart wasn’t in it.
Her heart was like a pool of spring water, stirred by the wind, radiating ripples of emotion.
Her gaze fell on the ring on her ring finger, and she lightly stroked the Blue Demoness set on the ring.
The dazzling diamond, the carved flower pattern, beautiful to the extreme.
She never thought that the ring she chose would end up on her own finger.