Chapter 814: Chapter 814: Let’s Go Home Now
All the flashlights were pointing in the same direction when suddenly, Sylvan Cheney stopped in his tracks!
His pupils dilated in an instant, and his cold eyes were filled with a look of panic.
For a moment, his body was overtaken by a chill, as if he had plunged into an ice cellar.
Almost at the same time, he sprinted to the bonfire and picked up Jasmine Yale from the ground!
The edge of Jasmine Yale’s coat was burning, emitting a waft of scorched smell.
Sylvan Cheney took off her coat and with a fierce flick, he extinguished the fire!
He reached out to check her breathing, thankfully, it was okay.
The bodyguards had never seen Sylvan Cheney lose his composure , especially when he was trembling while checking Miss Yale’s breath.
They always saw Sylvan Cheney as composed and unfazed by changes.
This time, they saw a different Sylvan Cheney for the first time.
They saw fear, fright, unease, and confusion on his face.
All the expressions that shouldn’t belong on Sylvan Cheney’s face were written all over it at this moment.
This man also made no attempts to hide, exposing all his vulnerabilities in front of his subordinates.
“Jasy, wake up, I’m taking you home.”
Sylvan Cheney held her in his arms, arranging her disheveled hair.
Her hair was messy, with leaves and dry grass in it, and her complexion was unusually pale.
She lay unmoving in Sylvan Cheney’s arms, as if she had fallen asleep, hearing nothing.
Sylvan Cheney placed his hand on her forehead—it was burning hot.
Jasmine Yale’s health was originally not strong, and she was prone to fevers from catching a cold or being scared.
A bodyguard handed a piece of clothing to Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney picked Jasmine Yale up from the ground and wrapped her tightly in the dry clothing.
“Jasy, don’t sleep, it’s alright, I’m here,” he stroked her burning cheek, bending down to kiss her face.
Her body still carried a faint floral scent.
Belonging only to her.
“I’m sorry, I came late…” Sylvan Cheney held her, unwilling to let go.
The little woman in Sylvan Cheney’s arms was very light, almost unnoticeable when held.
Her petite frame contrasted starkly against his tall stature, as he kept her close to his chest, not letting go.
His cold hand touched her fevered body, feeling like it touched a hot iron!
“Jasy, let’s go home now.”
He carried her towards the cave entrance.
The man, usually cold-hearted, now showed a few strands of tenderness, soft and gentle as the cherry blossoms of March.
Half of Jasmine Yale’s face was covered by her black hair as she slept deeply in Sylvan Cheney’s arms, quiet and peaceful.
Like a little rabbit, yet also like a cat.
Sheathing all her fierceness and claws, leaving only tranquility and serenity.
After a few steps, Sylvan Cheney stopped, “Continue searching for Yolanda Fern’s whereabouts.”
The bodyguards finally exhaled a sigh of relief, their tension from the day finally easing.
It was good that Jasmine Yale was found.
That was most important.
But no one knew what exactly happened here!
There was only a pile of bonfire on the ground, the dry branches in the bonfire slowly burning, flames leaping, light rising!
Besides Jasmine Yale’s damp pink coat, there was nothing beside the bonfire.
The cave was unusually cold, a few degrees colder than outside.
Droplets of water dripped occasionally, making a “plop, plop” sound, which, in the darkness, was especially chilling.
The light from the flashlights illuminated the entire cave, the leading bodyguard made a gesture, and everyone understood and began to search inside the cave.