Chapter 1460: Chapter 1460: Got Honey on Your Lips? Huh?
Jasmine Yale listened to the lingering rain outside the window.
She knew that at Sylvan Cheney’s age, it wouldn’t be possible for him to join her wild whims; in his eyes, a gentle trickle might be far superior to a blazing inferno.
She wasn’t someone who often went wild either, just occasionally willful.
After dinner.
Sylvan Cheney handed her a gift.
It was a set of custom perfumes for each month, twelve in total.
“January for plum blossom, February for orchids, March for peach blossoms…” Jasmine counted and examined each one.
Unique packaging, different scents, just a light touch left a lasting fragrance on her hands.
Each bottle was designed with a different shape and color, only united by the bow at the neck.
To her surprise, Jasmine discovered two tiny words on the January and December bottles, one “Jasmine,” the other “Yale.”
Suddenly, her heart was pleasantly surprised by this small detail.
Delight climbed to her brows, as a joyful luster filled the depths of her eyes.
“I too wish to be with you from January to December, every year,” Jasmine softly said, fingers caressing the bottles.
Sylvan Cheney ruffled her hair: “I’m going to the study.”
“Okay,” she obediently nodded, “I’ll wait for you to come back.”
“Go to sleep if you’re tired, don’t wait up for me.”
Jasmine Yale shook her head, non-responsive.
Sylvan Cheney curved the corner of his lips and bent down to give her a kiss on the lips.
He saw happiness in her eyes, a simple set of perfumes, and yet she was this delighted.
Just as he was about to stand up and leave, Jasmine Yale grabbed his hand tightly.
Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, with a lifted gaze falling on her hand: “Hmm? Something else?”
“Have you calmed down?” She asked softly, her large eyes hopeful.
“I wasn’t angry.”
“Liar,” Jasmine murmured quietly, “you were clearly very angry.”
Her small hand still hooked onto his larger one; his palm was warm and dry, comfortable to hold.
Reluctant to let go.
“I don’t lose my temper that easily,” Sylvan Cheney looked at her.
Jasmine’s face turned red: “Oh, I know you’re generous.”
“…”
She let go of his hand: “You go to the study. I’ll read for a bit.”
“Jasy, do you like Landon a bit more, or Cakago?” Sylvan suddenly asked.
“Both are good, I like wherever you are.”
“Sweet talker, huh?”
Jasmine Yale jumped up from the bed, pecked him on the lips, and smiled: “Am I?”
Her beautiful eyes glowed with joy, cheeks flushed like ripe peaches.
Sylvan Cheney’s lips curved, as he pushed her back onto the bed and covered her with the quilt.
Having done that, he left the bedroom.
Jasmine Yale felt that ever since she came back, she had become a freeloader, spending her days merely eating, drinking, and sleeping.
Everything was fine, as long as he was there.
The rain was still falling outside the window, its pattering sound fell soothingly on the ear, indescribably serene.
Jasmine Yale stored the gift he had given her in a large cabinet; the more the cabinet filled up, the happier her heart became.
He could give her anything, but she didn’t expect that each gift would be so thoughtfully chosen.
In the study.
Sylvan Cheney made a phone call to Jesse Rowan.
“Mr. Cheney? Have you had dinner? What did you have…” Jesse Rowan’s irreverent voice came from the other end.
“Tomorrow night, VISTA bar, seven o’clock, Room 8888.”
“Ah, that… hey!”
Jesse hadn’t managed to speak before Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone.
“Tsk, tsk…” Jesse put down his phone, stroking his chin.