Chapter 754: Chapter 754: Why Does Miss Yale Want to Leave?
Jasmine Yale didn’t utter a word, allowing him to reprimand her mercilessly.
In front of him, they were never on equal terms.
When he scolded her, she could only endure it, rather than getting angry or acting spoiled.
This time, no matter how Sylvan Cheney chastised her, she neither spoke nor resisted.
However, she didn’t admit her fault.
Jasmine Yale gritted her teeth, holding back her tears to keep them from falling further.
The scarf around her neck was wet, dismal and uncomfortable.
Seeing her silent, Sylvan Cheney grew more irritated.
He loosened his tie with a hand.
In her silence, there was nothing Sylvan Cheney could do about her.
Like a scolded elementary student, she stood still behind the door.
With nowhere to vent his anger, Sylvan Cheney impulsively kicked her suitcase!
The gloom on his face remained, darker than the evening sky outside the window.
Sylvan Cheney simply pressed the call bell.
Not long after, a maidservant appeared in the living room.
Just as she entered, she was terrified by Sylvan Cheney’s fierce, authoritarian expression.
Meanwhile, Jasmine Yale stood at the door with tear stains all over her face, silent.
The maidservant had a hunch that the two had had a quarrel but dared not say anything more, fearing that she might get caught in the crossfire.
“Take out the stuff in the suitcase. If anyone dares to leave the villa without permission again, you all should be prepared to leave!” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was chillingly stern.
The maidservant nodded.
She quickly knelt down to lift Jasmine Yale’s suitcase and pushed it to the bedroom.
The words that Mr. Cheney just said might be directed at her, but they were clearly meant for Jasmine Yale.
She didn’t quite understand, why did Miss Yale want to leave? Mr. Cheney was so good to her…
As soon as the maidservant left, Sylvan Cheney gave Jasmine Yale one cold glance before turning around to ascend the staircase.
His footsteps on the stairs were unusually loud, a departure from his usual comportment.
His usual equanimity and restraint seemed replaced by a sudden impatience, his gentlemanly demeanor nowhere to be seen.
When he reached the second-floor bedroom, Sylvan Cheney’s figure finally disappeared from Jasmine Yale’s sight.
Jasmine Yale stood quietly where she was, not speaking, not crying, just standing there silently.
Her dark and glistening eyes were like a deep pool, calm but lusterless.
Her small face was very pale, with clear tear stains left as her tears gradually dried.
Little droplets of water still lingered on her long eyelashes, each blink falling onto her scarf.
There were distinct wet marks on her red knitted scarf.
The maidservant hung Jasmine Yale’s clothes back in the closet of the first-floor bedroom.
In this villa, Mr. Cheney was the master, and they all had to listen to him.
Seeing Jasmine Yale crying, the maidservant felt sorry for her, but there was nothing she could do.
Only after the maidservant had packed away all the items from Jasmine Yale’s suitcase and left the bedroom,
Did she lift her head and see Jasmine Yale still stood there, motionless.
She quickly ran over to her: “Miss Yale, let me make you a cup of tea.”
Jasmine Yale shook her head.
“Miss Yale, why don’t you just stay here? It’s quite nice and the young master likes you a lot,” the maidservant pleaded with her.
She reached over to help Jasmine Yale loosen her damp scarf.
Only then she noticed, Jasmine had been crying a lot.
She had been in the villa for a while, she always thought Mr. Cheney was a cold, respectful and measured person.
Surprise…he didn’t blink an eye when it came to bullying others.
To have made a girl as gentle as Jasmine cry out, it was quite eye-opening.
The maidservant felt sorry for Jasmine Yale and holding her hand, led her towards the sofa.